City of Skypapers

Deliciously long lines hang suspended between the holy and the home This American Israeli poet, teaching, and raising a daughter in the Middle East, acknowledges both the wreckage of the Byzantine villages as well as the peril of living in a place where the antennae at the military base quiver and where no one knows what time our daily missile will appear. At the same time, this poet embraces Tel Aviv s quotidian humor writing an ode to the city s garbage collectors whose clarity she craves and praising the season for shedding shoes every last one of them black. The brilliant cadence of Sulak s poems, keeping pace with the current of the Yarkon River along which the poet runs, not only enact, but also celebrate what it means to be alive in a place where the flowers are old enough to have stories. These poems should be read, perhaps even sung Sarah Wetzel