“how the body understands mouth
and breath knows the price”

In Little Winter Theater, Nancy Kuhl’s taut lines race on, honed razor-sharp in an exploration of voices—inner voices, human voices, ghost voices; voices both tender and relentlessly hard-fisted. Moving with a fierce grace between the viscera of the physical body and the subtleties of words whispered, echoed, and left unsaid, these poems cast a sheen just visible enough for us to catch a glimpse of the hungry, hungry shapes broiling and casting about beneath. You’ll want to see this world for yourself.