I do not ask poetry to explain itself to me. I ask it to stay alive on the page. Against Breaking sounds like it might.

The title alone has tension in it, a little resistance, a little grace. That combination usually gets me, especially when the poems know how to be intimate without becoming small.

This feels like the kind of collection I would read with a pencil nearby and a slower pace than usual.

Get your copy: Against Breaking feels like the sort of poetry collection I underline slowly on Amazon