It's Just You & Me Miss Moon

<p>In the first poem of this collection Emily Moon shows us Weldon Kees at his typewriter making art 'for a future that looks/as empty and bleak/as</p><p>the present'-thereby flashing Kees out of the mid-twentieth century into our time. <strong><em>Here are the haze of cigarette smoke the taste of whiskey jazz on the soundtrack walk-ons by Pope Francis and Frida Kahlo and locations chosen or invented by Moon the poet-director. </em></strong>Here is her version of Kees' shadow/symbol the character Robinson presented as an obsession. <strong><em>These poems about Kees offer mysteries deeply appropriate for a man whose life story includes his sudden disappearance in 1955-a mystery still</em></strong> serving here as a touchstone for Moon's poetry.</p><p>-Judith Arcana</p><p><br></p><p><strong><em>Emily Moon's debut explores a groundbreaking potential for mystery. </em></strong>Lines like 'Sounds of the harbor clanked around us. / Salt breeze carried a tang of diesel / and sewage. / A clock chimed some ways off. / He checked his watch. Cinderella hour' bring this poetical film noir to life. For the reader interested in both story and lyricism it's just you & me miss moon <strong><em>is</em></strong> <strong><em>in a revelatory league of its own</em></strong>.</p><p>-Hannah Beresford Poetry Editor at <strong><em>No Tokens</em></strong></p>