Michael Dickman's sparse poems hit me hard. Every little phrase or line, set together in moving portraits of life, sends shivers down my spine or feels like a heavy and warm blanket. I love Michael Dickman's poems because they feel real, every one.
I read this collection in one sitting, and I will probably do it again over break. Winter break reading was made for poems like these, recuperating from a semester of hard-hitting living inside away from the cold weather. I will curl up with this book when my wife is at work, not able to cuddle up with me.
Favorite Poems:
Nervous System
Returning To Church
Into the Earth
We Did Not Make Ourselves
The End of the West
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