This gutsy book blazes with the glory of a father's love for his son. It tells the story of Craig, Brenda, Cal, Simone, and Cashew, the dog. Written amidst night feeds, trips to the hospital, antibiotics, and the coil of everyday life, it seems proof that poetry cannot be stamped out. In this raw, gem-like, reliquary of a book, Teicher has transmuted anger, grief, and loss into a most durable celebration of love. Henri Cole, author of The Other Love
Craig Morgan Teicher has picked the bones out of what once was a memoir and used its bones to build a tower so delicate and high and magnificent, the only name beautiful and impossible enough to give this tower is POEM. I climbed up to the very top, and I may never come down. The view from up here is unlike anything you've ever seen. Sabrina Orah Mark, author of Happily
Craig Morgan Teicher makes poetry the way William Carlos Williams did, out of his life, his love, and his love of literature, yes. Aware of how the intense now has already turned into the abstracted then. This work occurs in the now and then, is filled with details of his family suffering, of the world aflame, but the terror is in a distance that knows it's already happenedeven a time scheme of three months implies a blurring, the most frightening event, eventuality, is a past, no matter the grammar. And yet these poems feels so present, so...emerging. And the terror is part of the beautiful, when it happens. And even the hissing leaves have a part to play." Bin Ramke, author of Earth on Earth
