Post Romantic

"The surface range of Kathleen Flenniken's new community of poems is admirably vast. A loving little lyric poem on reading a son to sleep is only one page away from the poem 'Helicopter, Chernobyl.' A poem on what we do to our oceans ('A raft of debris as large as Africa / accumulates in the Pacific gyre') is not far from 'Pillow Talk,' a rich, perceptive look at what we do to one another. But the poet's 'post-romantic' sensibility hovers over all of these poems, many of which track love from its giddy flowering, through its many disappointments and hibernations, to a late, mature moment when a child's voice 'calls softly through their closed door / as though they were one person.' And always (as with the dull drab maiden ladies in a museum room 'swaying so as not to be confused for displays') we find those Flenniken lines that allow the language of poetry to snap into existence out of the language of blah: 'the patience of a low place in the land / waiting to become a sea.'"—Albert Goldbarth

"These poems interrogate an emotional condition and constitute an inquiry into its history of becoming. Together they chart the sojourn of one heart through time's territory of change, doing so with a piercing honesty and beauty. Post Romantic is mature work of a high order by a brave and serious poet. It speaks the truth."—David Guterson, author of Snow Falling on Cedars

"Not only does Flenniken grapple with personal feelings about loss, fear, and growing older, she also examines, with a wider lens, white America's romantic view of the past. The poems are layered so that we move seamlessly between childhood, marriage, histories of war operations, and marginalization and displacement of others."—Erin Malone, author of Hover