My friend
the artist
Tyler Barton
said the newest
poetry collection
from Bob Hicok
felt “kinda
like a novel”
and I really
like that perspective.
It led to me
thinking about
Matthew Rohrer’s
The Others
and here we are.
I feel like
I read this
book
in a single
late-night breath.
A slow
steady
exhale.
A nice deviation
from Hicok’s
previous work,
while still packed
full of his
signature heart
and horror
and grief
and humor
and, again,
heart.
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