unfathomed by Kirsten Kaschock

It took me a few poems to get into the voice of this book, but once I did, I couldn't stop reading.  The images are so fresh and startling.  I'll have to check out her other works.  Buy here.


From "His Sister, To Icarus"

In the open room of my sleep / my brother sprouted wings, but / not at all gently.


From "Anatomy of a Ballet Dancer, a Scoliotic"

Watch her ribs, their oddness.  How they line / on one side / up, like rungs on a ladder.  Tight / but climbable.  How the right side's ribs splay / spoke-like--like a fan.  // Ask why.