Review
Andy Grace’s poems pick up and turn over everything you missed the first time around. Nothing escapes his notice – it’s as if he is tuned in to every frequency at once. The poems are beautifully textured, delicate and yet disturbing – an unforgettable world of gnats, flies and locusts, “whirring ocean of motes and spores”, apprehended and remade with a facility and confidence rare in a new poet. (Tracy Ryan )
Product Description
Andrew Grace leads us back into the heartland, where things still grow, where locusts tear at the edges, where “the corn outgrew us, clogging our horizon / until all we could see was our small box of sky.” Understated, sure-footed, these poems bring us close to a mythical American landscape, so that each of us can become seers again.