{ Kill Class – poems – Nomi Stone }

Kill Class
poems, Nomi Stone
Tupelo Press 2019

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My praise for this book is: I don’t know where to put my praise for this book. Nomi Stone’s Kill Class is disorienting and surefooted; is a landscape spiritual that weeps not away, but toward.  Immersion is not a drill, and practice is born perfect. For all Kill Class so clinically prepares, the paused hungers of its verse, and the appetites therein, offer that perhaps we had our error and ate it, too.   War calls it body; this violence that puts meat on the bone.  And Stone asks for more.  For the body to show its face.  For wound to do the salting.  For humanization to finish what it started. For transactional oneness.  And for surgery, before we vanish.

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reflection by Barton Smock

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book is here:

Kill Class