`The lyric poem works both to slow down our world, teasing out the many disparate elements of our experience, and to reorient it, by exposing an entire universe of instincts, paradoxes, and mysteries beneath all that we know, or think we know. In these poems by Anna Selby, human beings are always gravitating from earth and air towards water. It is as if the transcendence they seek (the desire to "leap/hot out of your own life") requires a physical departure from the very medium they inhabit. Selby's ringing titles evoke not just a subject but a sensibility, and her versatile forms and deftly run-on lines very persuasively re-enact the thrill of sense experience and the shape of thought.' Chandrahas Choudhury
The First Time I Saw Your Winter The Second Dance Where I Come From Dunwich Burning The Early Shift Washing My Father Death of the Fish March Swimming in the Abandoned Quarry Is it Too Late for the Bath An Intimate Dinner with Raised Voices The Lost Art of Disappearing Recipes for Quiet Sons The Many Reasons How Sundays Would Sound if People Described Them 52 Versions of Hope Timelapse Duck Eggs and Keats Instead of Grace