ABOUT THE BOOK
A collection of power and humor in earthy eroticism, invoking both the fever and hope in wakeful dreams. A bold work of the elegiac past and the visceral present converging in provocative imagery. There is often an undercurrent of longing in Chase’s poems—the longing of hunger, of sex, of unfinished business with the dead. Central to the collection is the title poem, a spiraling nightmare that explores the messy and terrifying commingling of religion, death and history’s unpardonable sins.
Karen Chase’s poems modulate from the humorous to the erotic, and then to the elegiac… All is held together by her skill and intensity. No line sleeps in these poems in which moments of real experience are isolated and made incandescent. —Billy Collins