The Inveterate Life

Stress holds the real & its “toward” aligns us with mystery’s arraignment, faces in facts moving about. Here’s a singular vantage & variety, poetry terraced out over places where any “again” is unexpected & any miniature is itself a discussion. But Grim never grim. Design filters reluctance & reinvigoration grows near to correct mere feverage. Context, you are not simple. Instead: proxies to unstitching overtime creases that careen us together, forgetting to isolate the synapses. Broken nights, the pieces eat the fade. Whose hinge?

— Bruce Andrews

Strength. Wit. Nonstop action. These assertions are only incidentally beautiful. Vulnerability is allowed into a cadenced, breathless analysis. The past is your problem. And try to keep up. Because there is no slack.

— Laura Moriarty

This is a volume of prose format poems, a newer sentence, if you please, enacting a kind of drama of the daily fact transmogrified. Jessica Grimm’s work shirks nothing. It’s always on, attentive to synapses and lapses of thought, sounding well-envisioned thinking, feeling out amongst a thorough listening.

— Tom Beckett