“Entering this manuscript was like entering a spell. The work immediately opened to a landscape where ‘a black ice cube pressed / against the grain of the sun’ mirrors the crow which hangs like a specter in the atmosphere of this book. The measured line sometimes pitches into lyric scattered across the page and at other times aggregates, pulling itself in tightly as the speaker explains that ‘Inside of this life . . . / is another life / I cannot claim.’ This poet’s embrace of a stuttering utterance is masterful as the interstitial pause dominates a page so that we are caught up in the trepidation of a beingness that ‘bursts into a thousand fledglings.' The book’s refrain takes us, through the conditional made image—if, a crow—from the tucked-in voice of a naturally lugubrious landscape to a joy that is ordered, numbered, and measured, that is, joy that is joy precisely because of the limitations of joy. I feel blessed to have met this book but more, to have experienced a poetics brave enough to embrace the unbearable as transformative.”

“Lockaby's Defensible Space/if a crow—hums in the steady silver rhythms of a hymn whose feeling has gotten in, desires to get out, and once out—‘I don't know’—the pleasure burns out. Or, chooses again. These poems evoke the feeling of a constant, cold, damp, summer of the Pacific Northwest. A hazy herbarium of plants, seeds, and vegetables. A recurring whale, waxing neotropical poetics as black wings, ash, the remains of what came prior. In love, a reason—‘I wanted to make one rhyme with you’—recast as the smoldering of a poet’s quire. Sometimes we must burn the thing before we finish it, begin again. It is devotion, aftershocks stirred deep within the fiery Earth, an unrelenting quiet devotion of tremors inside these icy roots.”

"Written in the excluded middle between if and then, this gorgeously anarchic serial poem offers not alternative logic, but an alternative to logic. Persisting as 'a threat to the structure,' where 'the structure' is private property or lyric propriety or anthropocentricism, Defensible Space/if a crow— performs a way of being textual that’s meant 'to true / the obligation' to other species while being true to human experience too. Beloved and lovelorn, ecstatic and addicted, outdoors and indoors, we join crows, whales, and termites—air, water, and earth—and reader we fly, swim, and chew through this elemental poetics whose finely tuned lines intertwine human and more-than-human lives and hungers."