Reviews

How are we to believe in Earth if we can’t believe in the Heavens? In the plodding directionlessness of the present, we are lost without the astral maps. I want to point out too CAConrad’s signature care for the visual impact of the poem. The disciplined shaping means that the poetic line here not only carries sound and sentiment but builds toward a striking sculptural presence. CAConrad’s is poetry that reaches for multidimensionality, and in this poem, the arc and increment of indentation is a convincer, moving with and toward the poem’s conclusion.
—Anne Boyer, The New York Times

CAConrad suggests, to “learn how/ to live so/ wilderness/ never/ becomes/ mythology.” As the climate crisis intensifies, these affecting and imaginative poems offer readers a space to reflect on what still remains.
—Publishers Weekly

[The poems] flow beautifully together, critiquing the wrongs of humanity while maintaining optimism for the goodness of nature.
—Literati Bookstore staff pick (Molly)

In the spooky, furious poems of CAConrad, death is a constant presence. The voices of ghosts – lovers, family, friends who died of Aids – “whisper in my ear to help me make poems”, they have said.
—Diana Leca, “Singing for all lives,” TLS