by Laura Kochman

Listen: the snowfall makes a wounded sound.

Flicker of teeth, flicker of teeth.

- Claire Hero


I'm spending my morning rereading—three books are on their way to me for review, so I'm waiting for some new poetry to read and until then, reacquainting myself with my own bookshelf.

Today: Juliana Spahr's This Connection of Everyone With Lungs, Claire Hero's Sing, Mongrel, Cynthia Arrieu-King's Manifest, and Joanna Solfrian's Visible Heavens, which I've had for years and just realized I never read.