With The Bloomsberries and Other Curiosities Laurie Byro combines intellectual firepower, wit, and mischievous wisdom to earn her place in poetry’s memory. Here, a new calculus for the Bloomsbury set is refreshed by energy, imagination, along with natural strengths of craft and metrics. I love these characters recreated; I love reading their stories as they chase each line to new poetic mythologies. In ‘Other Curiosities’ Byro unleashes her true anarchism, turning fairytale to reality. This book is a starship with history and fantasy blasted to brilliance. It’s the promise made, that poetry will always be on our side- soul, heart, intelligence- blown out of dark, landing right in our laps, just when we need it the most. Grace Cavalieri, Producer The Poet and the Poem from the Library of Congress.

Laurie Byro’s lyrical collection offers a tour of art’s afterlife, with a particular focus on haunted modernism. In The Bloomsberries and Other Curiosities, Virginia Woolf sings to the stones that will fill her pockets, Hart Crane makes an epistle of himself, and forests remember fictional heroes out of D.H. Lawrence. When she isn’t looking upward at literature’s dandelion stars -that is, in more personal poems also included here-Byro casts vivid spells against loss, reminding us that poetry is an art of memory, and of transformation.

-Lesley Wheeler, author of Radioland

With literary insouciance and metrical verve, Laurie Byro makes her debut with The Bloomsberries and Other Curiosities. Arranged like a diptych, the first half of the book opens with the Bloomsbury cast. Virginia and Leonard Woolf, Vanessa Bell, Duncan Grant, Dora Carrington, plus D.H. Lawrence and T.S. Eliot, make guest appearances in Byro’s witty, sensuous, thoughtful, flippant, but dead serious poems. In the other curiosities half of her lyrical, piquant book, Byro explores art and artists in elegant stanzas written from, of, and to contemporary poets and poems. With the wry, dry love notes of The Bloomsberries and Other Curiosities. this poet practices a sublime ekphrasis.

Molly Peacock