Slight Return

In her new collection, renowned publisher and poet Rebecca Wolff voyages in the myopia of American consumer consciousnesserotic regard, spiritual FOMO, gentrification, brandingwithout destination. Labyrinthine in their paradoxical musings and incisive in their witty recriminations, these poems grapple with the hubris and dysmorphia of the soul. Wolff is a poet that is unafraid to be a querent, not only of sages (I only hang out with people / who are psychic / anything else is a / waste of precious / continuity) but of language itself (How else is one to know how to proceed / How is one to make a motion against / electric word life) In Slight Return, the journey is infinite and elusiveaspiring in the best way toward a point of diminishing returns and withholding any promise of a comfortable landing.