The poems in
The Fires of Heraclitus
run the gamut from funny, to acerbic, to heartbreaking. Within them, exes spend their last phone call quoting song lyrics, a father longs to play baseball with his son, Medusa roams the dating apps, and the Oklahoma sun flares as it can only there. Here Paul Juhasz exposes a surprise of adulthood: that the drama of our lives often comes without drama but is instead dismaying, subversive, startling, and often quieter than we expected. It is no stretch to say that
is Juhasz's finest collection of poems yet.