by Tony Leuzzi
MAR 2015 | Books
Theres nothing good about ill-timed death, Kathleen Ossip asserts in Oh, wow, mausoleums, the final poem in The Do-Over, the poets third book of poems. Nor about the death of love. That poetry glamorizes them disturbs me. Plainspoken and unsentimental, this passage typifies the tone and subject of Ossips newest collection, a bold procession of elegiac meditations and ode-like gestures that never hide behind gossamer veils of rhetoric to soften unforgiving truths.
by Daniel Blue
MAR 2016 | Books
Many a poet has mused on the haphazard nature of inspiration, how it can arise when least expected and evaporate without notice. Some carry notebooks to catch it on the fly; others sit before their laptops, awaiting enlightenment. In Snake Train: Poems 1984 2013 Edwin Frank builds a book not just on the fleeting content of vision, but on the mystery of its appearance and how it leaves a residue which he can neither quite assimilate nor deny.