not human enough for the census

In Erik Fuhrers not human enough for the census there are creatures of dark habits organ breathers tree butchers and 1 in 100 scientists agree the state of god is liquid. In these poems aftermath requires a new language. Dust and ash compound with mother and father mud compounds with blossom. These spare lyrics contain numerous transformations and just because the body is gone/does not mean the absence of body is gone. Absences loom everywhere--the mouth the breath the treacherous god in the tempest. -Traci BrimhallIn Erik Fuhrers Not Human Enough for the Census toxins inhabit the living like ghosts moving through generations as silent and unseen as they are deadly; theres oil in blood breastmilk saliva and bodies with coal for eyes.... That is the fluidity of his verse blurs the boundaries between bodies and their environment; it exposes hurricanes as climate ignorance and shows how here in the age of the Anthropocene poetry can evoke a sense of the anti-nature were ushering into being. -Steve Tomasula