Waveland

The word “lush” doesn’t even begin to describe these poems. And boy, do we need lushness, especially these days. The world empties us out, and only poetry can fill us up again. In one poem, the speaker lies on a bench in a park and when a groundskeeper, mistaking her for a homeless person, asks her if there’s something she needs, she says yes, yes, I need everything. Are you hungry, reader? Open this book, then. A feast awaits.

–David Kirby