Poems to read in the small hours before dawn, when the sirens start up again.
Swivelmount 's concerns - the collapse of subject and world, eros and law, knowledge and bafflement - gain new urgency as Babstock fiercely reimagines and reassembles the remnants into a viable order.
At the core of their kinetic imagery is a freefall into mourning, but also a faith in others: a Babstock poem is the voice next to you in the ER waiting room, becalmed, co.
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