In Abeyance Help it asks just how little

it asks just how little of ourselves we can be

Joan Retallack

"I had found my master

Wadih Saadeh’s poems are haunted by absence and yet they brim with life

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In Abeyance Help it asks just how littleJohn Wilkinson With this new book of sedimented lyric, John Wilkinsons poetry enters a terrain of creatures flattened in shale, in flat screen and in digital code. If Silicon Valley would repopulate Jurassic Park and defeat death, Wilkinsons poetry would make actual what slides past in the disregarded day, whether the flattening of a city or the return of seasonal blossom. This poetry swells dry roots; it breaches the total coverage that flatlines the