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“The poems, therefore, reveal not so much self-conscious sophistication, but something more valuable, a bounding pleasure in language and its possibilities. We begin with the sensuality of people engaging with the scents and fluids of our lives, and then, gradually, we begin to see the grace of a kind of honesty: ‘since I’m remembering this, or making it up/ there is only darkness’, he writes. We begin to believe this, and further, that the poem is a way to contend with this darkness.” Kwame Dawes