"—like a god of small creatures, like
a god of locked spaces, like a something
i used to know, and yet,
you are so new. say yes, say please,
say i’m still here, say it again."
Thursday, July 20, 2017
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
"At the crux of John Miller’s poetry is a search for heat as a way “to know the origin of desire.” This yearning is rooted in the physical world and complicated by empathy for even the most unpleasant places (the site of a bridge demolition) and most unlikable fellow-travelers (late-night partiers singing karaoke). This is the voice of a poet searching for what he knows he won't find, who “lean[s] into the stinging rain / straining to glimpse / what would teach us to die.” These are beautiful, beautiful poems."
—Lauren Goodwin Slaughter, author of a lesson in smallness, recipient of the 2012 Rona Jaffe Foundation Writers’ Award, Editor-in-Chief at PoemMemoirStory.
"John Miller's debut collection is deft, adroit--downright beautiful. The wise old cormorant Coleridge teaches that poetic genius unleashes via the balance or reconciliation of opposition. Around every corner in these elegantly crafted poems, Miller's balance beam brain beckons, reconciles, gets shook, stays lit up. Tenacity; desire and hope in equipoise; deific baritone! From haunting to jaunty to moving, what's clever rams into what's wise again and again. These days so many poems dance us and demand that we are impressed with their sway. Miller's debut steps a full fathom farther: these are the generous, subtle musics that linger in your ear."
—Abraham Smith, author of Ashagalomancy; Only Jesus Could Icefish in Summer; Hank; and Whim Man Mammon.
Friday, April 28, 2017
Arrow Songs is what becomes of Cupid's arrow once the target has been hit and the flesh is open to receive -- it is the body in the rapture and injury of love. There is music throughout -- repetition, refrains, alliteration, that assonance that keens, the grief that seems to lullaby, the desire so insistent you listen, you follow, you let the beat shape you. In these heartbreakingly beautiful poems "no one is ever lost, only transformed." --Arisa White
Friday, April 7, 2017
—Kaveh Akbar, Calling a Wolf a Wolf
Friday, March 17, 2017
"An air of fly-by-night, strip mall, paycheck to paycheck impermanence laces the crafty short tales of this Florida writer, in which the one thing you can count on is good fast food -- Szechuan dumplings, Cuban sandwiches with sweet fried plaintain, cream-piled cupcakes white brown and red. Michael Cuglietta's characters at least know how to eat well in this anxious world. What to do with the anger, grief and loss lurking just under their place mats is another -- no, the very same -- story."
--Jaimy Gordon, winner of the National Book Award for Lord of Misrule