Deborah Slicer’s poems are brilliant and breathtaking, original and haunting, riveted with meaning and music. Once I had read this truly stunning manuscript, the poems inhabited me; I kept rereading them. Such a discovery in the world of poetry is cause for joyous celebration.
—NAOMI SHIHAB NYE
There’s a wild, unpredictable exuberance in these wonderful poems, one formed of equal parts grief and joy. Slicer says of a giant Percheron stallion: “He’s made from endurance/like a hummingbird.” You can’t argue with an intelligence that alert—you can only startle and bow, grateful that imagination and language still serve, still proclaim the sacramental anguish of this world.
What I most admire about Deborah Slicer’s poems is their verve and energy, their surprising moves and juxtapositions…