“The thing about killing is, like everything else, it feels as bright as love for just a flash.” The second volume in Zachary Schomburg’s Fjords series of evocative prose poetry, this is a collection that engages with dreams and a complicated and ever-evolving relationship with death. These poems bring together vivid and unexpected imagery–“a tiny light-pink fruit fly, the hot breath of a bear”–while pulling you deep into the mind of Schomburg, where thoughts like “finding a pair of scissors on the moon, or when I die, noticing my death notice me” are just part of the life that inhabits the inlets of the imagination.
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