Because I have read Sara Tracey's work before, I just knew that her chapbook, Flood Year (Dancing Girl Press), would be fantastic. And I wasn't disappointed. Flood Year is a dance between two cousins, a relationship described in the opening poem, "Two Wombs," as two people close at birth: "We were so small, the nurses/kept us in one crib like twins." The poet goes on to explain that "Our mothers found us holding hands,/foreheads pressed together/as if telling secrets." More...

Holy hell, a very fine collection from a very fine poet (that's right, she's fine). Haha. In all seriousness, this chapbook explodes with narrative tension, but it's Flood Year's lyrical subtlety that makes it unique. Tracey's deft hand traces (no pun intended) the fine line between relationships and obsessions better than any collection I've read this year, bar none. The characters and the music they've made of their lives make for a poetry both narrative and lyric, subtle and raw. Do your More...

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Subtly evocative. This poet's enough to keep an otherwise hemorrhaging art alive!