In his second full-length collection, NYQ poet Christopher Goodrich explores the intricacies and intimacies of sex, marriage, and fatherhood. At times, funny and endearing, dark and devastating, his goal is always to develop a clear understanding of what it means to be a complicated human being. Such complication and vulnerability is essential to the making of these poems, which will haunt the reader with their seeming simplicity. Read them once for their gentle humor and accessibility, read them twice to discover a depth that may have you reeling. |
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With a light hand and a pulsing heart, Chris Goodrich gives us the delights, glooms, and absurdities of love, marriage, childbirth and what comes after—like the way a sleepless baby is "the most terrifying thing you've ever adored"—plus the tragicomedy of being a teacher in a ghetto school, and, in general, being human. Chris is only human, like you, dear reader, and his poems just can't stop reminding you of that.
—Alicia Ostriker
Chris Goodrich is not satisfied to write the kind of detached, overly-clever poems that litter the literary landscape and then blow away, forgotten. These poems are homemade hallelujahs, loud cheers for the team that doesn't have a prayer, cloud-bitten dreams that you can build your house from—let them live in you, and you can live in them.
—Tom C. Hunley
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