Everyone I've Danced With Is Dead

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>In this elegiac collection fittingly titled </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Everyone I've Danced With Is Dead</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> Mamie Morgan's poems are exquisitely stitched as they offer up lamentation for and salutation to the dead. These are dedicatory jeremiads against loss that flame with anger anguish feminism and yes even humor. And though they are underscored in a bladed nostalgia they are never sentimental; instead they are finding new ways to feel while flinging every street-facing window open. Swirling in the poetic spaces of this book are caribou witches and chickens as well as cameos by Amy Poehler Mary Oliver and Iphigenia; but most importantly ascending from the book's foundation is Morgan's incantation for the living and the dead-the clear and sustaining phrase I want you alive. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>-Simone Muench</span></p>