April Creatures

The close observations and sculpted language of William Wright’s poems make the world a holy place. These poems brim with the restless energy of waking that leads us into ‘rooms of smoky light that house the myth.’ The myth is the beautiful and fragile existence of the creatures in these poems, from the boy who ponders a long-drowned woman to a caterpillar heavy with ‘something vital and black.’ Wright draws a world that is elemental and spirit drenched, and it is a world I want to live in. — Al Maginnes