Your Relationship to Motion Has Changed

Your Relationship to Motion Has Changed is an exploration through a wandering mind in the middle of external chaos. The poems trace private and public histories, from Lincoln mythos to serial killers, tied together through contorted bodies, whipped lungs, one eye firmly on the abyss, and one hand reaching back from it. "One more nightmare and I'm out," but what are we waking into? "Sometimes language in its artful grayness feels like so much taxidermy. But what you hold here is a hotly living thing. Sometimes a book brushes surfaces in the manner of the owl wing across wind's vagaries. But what you hold will reach into you in the way of the tattooer's inks ballooning lakes of owl under your skin. Talk about wisely despairing word made maybe redemptive flesh. It's to the body sharpest poet Amish Trivedi returns again. And again. I shook my way through this haunter, friend. Now it's your turn. To rattle. The ochre scent of wise fires nestling in. Your relationship to motion needled by each burning poem. Truer. Bluer. Get right, y'all, via this luminous one!" - Abe Smith