New poetry by Jim Moore, who elevates economy of phrase to an art (Minneapolis Star Tribune)

No, I don’t know
the way to get there.

Two empty suitcases sit in the corner,
if that’s any kind of clue.

–from Almost Sixty

Brief, jagged, haiku-like, Jim Moore’s poems in Invisible Strings observe time moving past us moment by moment. In that accrual, line by line, is the anxiety and acceptance of aging, the mounting losses of friends to death or divorce, the accounting of frequent flyer miles and cups of coffee, and the poet’s own process of writing. It is a world of both diminishment and triumphs. Moore has assembled his most emotionally direct and lyrically spare collection, one that amounts to his book of days, seasons, and stark realizations.