Jen Karetnick

A Review of Jen Karetnick’s The Burning Where the Breath Used to Be

My knuckle has been sliced open by a butter knife (long story) and now is held together by two dark stitches. Life is tough, isn’t it? And yet poetry is often like these two stitches, holding together sections of life, making them coherent and whole, so that we can take them in, explore them, and …

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