WHISH ! The title suggests speed and longing. Alternating between surreal prose blocks and lyric verse, Jackie Craven imagines hours, minutes, and seconds as quirky human characters — secretaries, bookkeepers, and an array of scoundrels. Noon stalls in the center of Erie Boulevard, 5:15 paces hospital corridors, and a wistful narrator speeds along a “quantum highway” where memory and loss plume into stained glass light.
Poems in WHISH are adapted from work that originally appeared in AGNI, PLOUGHSHARES, NEW OHIO REVIEW, and other journals.” DRIVE