"Luke Johnson cements his title as the uncontested master of shadow... Quiver will change the way you see." — Patricia Smith , author of Poems
“ Quiver is a rare creation full of song and scar, authenticity and Old Testament mythology, of emotional complexity and witness." — John Sibley Williams, Scale Model of a Country at Dawn
"The poems [in Quiver ] are singing when they are stinging, scalding as they serve up something wildly fresh, slap after exquisite slap." — Elaine Sexton , author of Drive
"...a work of glorious complexity." — Ellen Bass
"...the most visceral, haunting book of poems I have read in years." — Lee Herrick , California Poet Laureate
Quiver is a book of reckoning, a book of ghosts, a book of lineal fracture and generational fatherlesness. It’s a visceral guide through boyhood into fatherhood. One that yields witness to trauma, erotic shames, brutalities and toxic masculinity, and in so doing, emerges with a speaker beginning to free himself. Patricia Smith said it “ Quiver will change the way you see.”
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“floodghost” Mother couldn’t manage what sated me, so she sought in silence a substance that’d soothe, something familial with grace. I groaned. Broke bodies over blacktop’s pane, a bottom- less well of blood. At seven I smothered a frog and fed each leg to my quivering sister laughed while she choked out its skin. At twelve, I pulled a pistol from under the vacant shed and shoved its shudder to a schoolboy’s temple, teased while he wept in his piss. And yet all along a Psalm, a satchel of song. Mother making contracts with the sky, while I tore its pages to light a fire, warm my hands around it. Radiant blue. Red from a faraway pine.
"Luke Johnson cements his title as the uncontested master of shadow... Quiver will change the way you see." — Patricia Smith , author of Poems
“ Quiver is a rare creation full of song and scar, authenticity and Old Testament mythology, of emotional complexity and witness." — John Sibley Williams, Scale Model of a Country at Dawn
"The poems [in Quiver ] are singing when they are stinging, scalding as they serve up something wildly fresh, slap after exquisite slap." — Elaine Sexton , author of Drive
"...a work of glorious complexity." — Ellen Bass
"...the most visceral, haunting book of poems I have read in years." — Lee Herrick , California Poet Laureate
Quiver is a book of reckoning, a book of ghosts, a book of lineal fracture and generational fatherlesness. It’s a visceral guide through boyhood into fatherhood. One that yields witness to trauma, erotic shames, brutalities and toxic masculinity, and in so doing, emerges with a speaker beginning to free himself. Patricia Smith said it “ Quiver will change the way you see.”
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“floodghost” Mother couldn’t manage what sated me, so she sought in silence a substance that’d soothe, something familial with grace. I groaned. Broke bodies over blacktop’s pane, a bottom- less well of blood. At seven I smothered a frog and fed each leg to my quivering sister laughed while she choked out its skin. At twelve, I pulled a pistol from under the vacant shed and shoved its shudder to a schoolboy’s temple, teased while he wept in his piss. And yet all along a Psalm, a satchel of song. Mother making contracts with the sky, while I tore its pages to light a fire, warm my hands around it. Radiant blue. Red from a faraway pine.