Labor

<p>“I have to keep looking; try to see more speak more turn away less” says Lisa DeSiro in her fine first book Labor.  And this is what her poems do:  they keep their eyes peeled their ears open and their hearts receptive. (Boston street bustle comes vividly alive in many of these poems.) But receptivity demands a tolerance for paradox and DeSiro’s poems—in disarmingly simple idiomatic language—plumb the secrets of the world’s contradictions.  “Go ahead enjoy this day” begins a poem titled “9/11 Anniversary Public Garden.”  At home with the prose poem as well as the tightly rhymed lyric DeSiro distills memorable music from the most colloquial moments—“We were all thumbs on our dumb phones”—and offers readers a vibrant panoply of sights and sounds captured and conveyed in her impressively taut writing.</p><p> </p><p>— Steven Cramer author of <em>Clangings</em> and <em>Goodbye to the Orchard</em></p><p> </p>