October Aubade
If I slept too long, forgive me. A north wind quickened the window frames so the room pitched like a moving train and the pillow’s whiff of hickory and shaving soap conjured your body beside me. So I slept in the berth as the train chuffed on, unburdened by waking’s cold water, ignorant of pain, estrangement, hunger and       the crucial fuel the boiler burned   to keep the minutes’ pistons churning while I slept. Forgive me.
That Kind of Happy
, the long-awaited second collection by award-winning poet Maggie Dietz, explores the sharp, profound tension between a disquieted inner life and quotidian experience. Central to the book are poems that take up two major life events: becoming a mother and losing a father within a short stretch of time. Here, at the intersection of joy and grief, of persistence and attrition, Dietz wrestles with the questions posed by such conflicting experiences, revealing a mind suspicious of quick fixes and dissatisfied with easy answers. The result is a book as anguished as it is distinguished.