Yuyutsu Sharma's
Blizzard in My Bones: New York Poems posits a pair of eyes up in their perch
and looking down on the city of New York (and all of America) as they sweep
across the pavement and finally settle on bit of muffin left on a table outside
of a Starbuck's. They are poems that look and venture deeply into the
mannerisms of a young continent even as they insinuate themselves into a
bustling scene. They suspect the "wandering lunatics," "the
basking brown seals," and the "ceramic cells of Super gurus"
stand as markers on this New Found Land, as the eyes behind the poems continue
consuming everything on the move.
Tim Kahl, poet,
translator
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