Eli Makovetsky - Kim Ann Arstark Memorial Award

These poems are full of moments of great depth and movement at once, as in:

 

“Dehiscence/starlight folded into/the middle layers/hands//full of stone/ a proto absence/absence escaped//Loosening my legs//over the coals I sat//down and wept.”

 

These lines pack themselves with beauty and grief and mystery, and relay a sense of knowing and unknowing that makes a road through the dust of history, into the future.