<em>Planet Drill</em></br>by Jessica Laser

I don’t know where this Planet Drill comes from; I only know it’s a capricious bell ringing from the new stark-echoic. That’s the mood of these doom poems at rest. Jessica manipulates the bloom of her untraceable mother tongue with the romantic gestures of anti-matter. This is a real model of acutely aqueous guesswork. Planet Drill embraces that silent effusion, drip by drip, in the muggy onward. Send your corporeal blood pacts back to the insane prayers of drunken idols: Planet Drill doesn’t need them...
—Carlos Lara

Fall 2022
88 pages, 6 x 8 inches
Paperback Poetry
978-1-7330384-6-1 
$19 U.S.