"Like saltwater mixing with the rivers of the gulf, Nicholas Molbert’s Altars of Spine and Fraction blends the myriad complexities of the American South with grace and beauty. These coming-of-age poems mark the borders of innocence and experience in powerful and memorable ways. Each poem arcs into the water, and I am consistently amazed at what Molbert’s poems manage to pull ashore."—Adam Clay, author of Circle Back: Poems — -
"Belief becomes the sinew of place, memory, personhood, and the act of writing poetry. Here, hurricanes not only speak, but instruct the poet on how to break—line, thinking, coast, family, canvas, and the heart. Molbert reminds us, “voice, at its bones, is friction,” as these poems lull and unsettle, conjure and dissipate, transforming to friction-full tides pulling us across the page." —Felicia Zamora, author of I Always Carry My Bones
"Altars of Spine and Fraction offers a praise song full of the particulars of a white working class boyhood in Southern Louisiana: hurricanes and rigs, fishing and football, double-wides and Swiss Army knives. In doing so, it offers too the social ecology of a rural landscape changed by fossil fuels and climate crisis, its small towns and social fabric giving way to a rising Gulf. Set against the backdrop of "another lane eaten/by the encroaching coastline," infused with "the funk/of diesel," Molbert's poems also tell the story of a prodigal son wounded by the model of masculinity his father offers. A paean to the homes we leave behind and the homes we go on to make, this book dwells in the place more central to ourselves than the self." —Brian Teare, The Empty Form Goes All The Way To Heaven— -
"We are tethered by the barely visible,” writes Molbert, as much about the fragile coastline being erased by a relentless petrochemical industry as about fishing lines and family bonds. It’s a great mercy that this gifted poet created a fecund estuary of ritual and story out of a disappearing one. He does not exhort or boast revelation but gestures again and again toward that shimmer of saving connection."—Martha Serpas, author of Double Effect: Poems— -
