A Single Hurt Color by Andrew Demcak
One of my regular librarians—the nicest one, the one most prone to cracking a small joke or letting me in on some small detail about library behind-the-scenes drama—turns out to be a poet. While skimming the New Release shelf I picked up a book of poetry, and there was his picture on the back. Of the two collections of his I checked out, this one is my favorite. I appreciated the local notes (there are owls in the tree in my yard too), the imagery, and the ways he played with sound in some poems. It feels good to genuinely like things by nice people. A few lines:
“Counting the restless hours,
coyote thickened.” from California Night #3
“Knives lining a drawer: the first jury in its wooden box.” from Juice
“His hull more float than groan.” from Subtidal Zone (say it out loud—it will make your tongue feel good)
*(Thanks, Swampwalker - whoever you are - Andrew)
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