More

Poetry. Rarely has a book of poems been as aptly titled as Barbara Crooker’s MORE. Propelled by her hunger for beauty and language, she flies in low over human experience, noticing every gesture, every flavor, every nuance of color and light. Whether she is pondering a spill of salt or stepping into a painting by Hopper, Crooker never for one second lets us forget what it is to be alive and how many ways we have been given to express our gratitude for this simple fact. ‘How did all this loveliness / spring from the dark?’ she asks in one poem. I don’t know the answer, but by the timeI finished reading this book, I could only agree with its final sentence: ‘I want all this to last’–Sue Ellen Thompson