Amy King’s poems are dense and energetically written. They are often fragmented collages of narratives which are in no way narratives in the usual sense. They express a great deal of movement of the mind, written with a strong imagination and unexpected twists.
Last night I dreamt Maria Santiago
dissolves when she sweeps and stocks
a Manhattan bodega, her borrowed whisper
lingers on the backs of patrons,
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