Connie Post

What happens to the rhythms of life when the body fails us? In Broken Metronome Connie Post composes using the erratic and irreducible language of loss. In this elegy to her brother's death by Parkinson's, she engages the medical language she must maneuver as she works through her brother's condition: "Hypokinesia/ slow or diminished movement/ I try to move slowly with you/ like when we practiced for the/ seventh-grade dance." These poems are written in the space between direct care and memory. Post's poems talk to us, confide in us, even confess in us when the most that can be asked is "less suffering." She offers us a contemplative nuanced ear tuned to the lyric turn. This is a powerful portrait of the love of a sister for a brother. A slim chapbook but a significant book in the genre of going on.-Sean Thomas Dougherty, author of The Dead are Everywhere Telling Us Things

In Between Twilight Post delves deep into the difficult journeys of everyday life and intersects those with the difficult maps of the past. There are "atrocities in the body" and many ways a person can falter, fall or rise from "the hue of an unseen self." Post explores the necessary truths, the ones we can no longer hide, the ones we've held on to, for too long. In these poems, the reader will more fully understand Faulkner's "the past is never the past in never past, it's not even dead." The poet infuses elements of evolution, illness, astronomy, humanity, internal travels inside our bodies, and travels back in time "before shadows understood their first for light." Post's poems will seep into our subconscious and help us see how a room can be "dark and iridescent all at once."

These poems are of a seer - unwrapping time, being, the Change we are igniting. The considerations are hard-won -- who we are, what is coming upon us in this age, the passage we are entering and the exit - the seer knows it. There are no exhortations, no longings or forecasts, only the seeing, and the forthcoming Being that envelopes us more and more, "until all that is left of us." We need this wisdom book, clear elixirs from the Source. True mind-beauty, carved with Humanity - beam, everyone must touch this volume in order to traverse the present age. Bravissimo --Juan Herrera, 21st Poet Laureate of the United States