Details
The poems in Warden are poems of loss. Roaming unflinchingly through its aftermath, they reveal a landscape littered by what was and what never will be: desire, technological detritus, literary talismans, and the remnants of identity after a rupture. “I have gone another round the corner left here.”
Author
Rebecca Wolff
Rebecca Wolff is the author of three books of poems (Manderley, Figment, The King) and a novel, The Beginners, as well as numerous pieces of occasional prose. She is the editor of Fence and the publisher of The Constant Critic. A fellow at the New York State Writers Institute at the University at Albany, she lives in Hudson, New York with her children.
Praise
[Wolff’s poems] are stylistic and tonal shapeshifters. Hip, contemplative, and dark and resistant to the hunky-dory, the New Agey, and the prescriptive, they’re unnerving, funny, and occasionally subversive.
Excerpt
Warden
No ideas but in
love—moved
out of
center to model of
wave: consider it. “Relate to this”: I’m quoting my love
but it can’t read you, I wiped
stuff off my phone. That broken
love: still feeds, yet beats,
empirical in the
sky that moon collude
with me wrenched free of sheer
centrality
how will he find me
by the jingling of my
key