In this stunning collection, Chee Brossy forges a poetics of wonder, dailiness, and transformation. Here, the "sugar cane Coke" and "the leafy houseplant[s]" of the speaker's daily life, those artifacts of routine, are revealed as glimpses into all that is unknowable, subtle reminders of "today's mystery." Indeed, Brossy's work, with its understated approach and artful evocation, reads as a celebration of all that lies beyond what can be said in language. For Brossy, a meditation on the ineffable, with its innate poeticism and philosophical allure, is not merely an exercise in aesthetics; it is revealing of culture and of the body politic. Here, we witness questions of power, agency, and resistance bound up in what seem at first like simple acts of perception and aesthetic pleasure. "A red-tipped fox trots lazily out. The knives adjust themselves in the dishwasher," Brossy tells us in language that shines with lyricism and invention. He shows us, in fearful and loving detail, the "starlight vapor in our lungs" and the "terrible dust" within each one of us. "Strength runs through blood like horses," Brossy reminds us. This is a complex and ultimately transformative debut.

In this stunning collection, Chee Brossy forges a poetics of wonder, dailiness, and transformation. Here, the 'sugar cane Coke' and 'the leafy houseplant[s]' of the speaker's daily life, those artifacts of routine, are revealed as glimpses into all that is unknowable, subtle reminders of 'today's mystery.' Indeed, Brossy's work, with its understated approach and artful evocation, reads as a celebration of all that lies beyond what can be said in language. For Brossy, a meditation on the ineffable, with its innate poeticism and philosophical allure, is not merely an exercise in aesthetics; it is revealing of culture and of the body politic. Here, we witness questions of power, agency, and resistance bound up in what seem at first like simple acts of perception and aesthetic pleasure. 'A red-tipped fox trots lazily out. The knives adjust themselves in the dishwasher, ' Brossy tells us in language that shines with lyricism and invention. He shows us, in fearful and loving detail, the 'starlight vapor in our lungs' and the 'terrible dust' within each one of us. 'Strength runs through blood like horses, ' Brossy reminds us. This is a complex and ultimately transformative debut. "Brossy brings to the poetry time spent as a journalist, a writer of short fiction, an
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