"If you don’t read Robert Peake’s The Knowledge as a taking-up-again of existential conversation, you’re doing it wrong." Thus begins Abby E. Murray's confident and considered review of my new collection for Fjords Review. It is a gift to be read at all, and clear that Abby has spent quality time with the book and her own reflections on it.
I read the review aloud to my wife, Valerie, who said that it brought her new insight into certain poems. (This from someone who practically knows them all by heart.) Abby ends with some thoughts on the poetic confraternitas (as Miłosz put it) that transcends geographic distance.
I am about to get on a plane to visit family for Thanksgiving, and meet a new nephew. I couldn't think of a better send-off.