Curled over for the walk back
home through the blizzard, my pages
touch the landscape until, hooked
by the wind, they detach
from my staples. My story
is visible, if someone would
Here is the soldier who brought the war home inside him, the boy who strives to locate his father’s heart inside all that frightening noise, the boy who draws stories with himself as superhero, with a twist. Dennis Etzel’s new poems are spare, lance-sharp probes of the battle within, its reflection in the world we inhabit, and the world we create.