{"title":"Craig Morgan Teicher","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eCraig Morgan Teicher is the author of four books of poems: \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.boaeditions.org\/products\/welcome-to-sonnetville-new-jersey\" title=\"Welcome to Sonnetville, New Jersey\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eWelcome to Sonnetville, New Jersey\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e (BOA, 2021), winner of the Paterson Poetry Prize; \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.boaeditions.org\/collections\/new-releases\/products\/the-trembling-answers\" target=\"_blank\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe Trembling Answers\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e (BOA, 2017), which won the 2015 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize from the Academy of American Poets; \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.boaeditions.org\/collections\/poetry\/products\/to-keep-love-blurry\" target=\"_blank\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eTo Keep Love Blurry\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e (BOA, 2012); and \u003cem\u003eBrenda Is in the Room and Other Poems\u003c\/em\u003e (CLP, 2007), winner of the 2007 Colorado Prize for Poetry. He also wrote \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.boaeditions.org\/collections\/craig-morgan-teicher\/products\/cradle-book\" target=\"_blank\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eCradle Book:\u003c\/em\u003e \u003cem\u003eStories and Fables\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e (BOA, 2010) and the chapbook \u003cem\u003eAmbivalence and Other Conundrums\u003c\/em\u003e (Omnidawn, 2014). His first collection of essays, \u003cem\u003eWe Begin in Gladness\u003c\/em\u003e, was published by Graywolf in November, 2018.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"col sqs-col-6 span-6\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"block-ed910b204736ee81c576\" data-block-type=\"2\" class=\"sqs-block html-block sqs-block-html\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"sqs-block-content\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eTeicher edited \u003cem\u003eOnce and For All\u003c\/em\u003e: \u003cem\u003eThe Best of Delmore Schwartz\u003c\/em\u003e (New Directions, 2016) and \u003cem\u003eLittle Mr. Prose Poem: The Selected Poems of Russell Edson\u003c\/em\u003e (BOA, 2022) and serves as a poetry editor for \u003cem\u003e\u003ca href=\"http:\/\/www.theliteraryreview.org\/\" target=\"_blank\"\u003eThe Literary Review.\u003c\/a\u003e \u003c\/em\u003eHe writes about books for many publications, including \u003cem\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/em\u003e, \u003cem\u003eThe LA Times, \u003c\/em\u003eand NPR.He worked for many years at \u003cem\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/em\u003e and is now Digital Director of \u003cem\u003eThe Paris Review\u003c\/em\u003e. \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eHe is a 2021 recipient of a fellowship from the Guggenheim Foundation. \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eHe lives in New Jersey with his wife and children. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"cradle-book","title":"Cradle Book","description":"\u003cp\u003eTimeless yet timely, hopeful with a dark underbelly, the fables and stories in Cradle Book revive a tradition running from Aesop to W.S. Merwin. With a poet’s mastery, Teicher creates strange worlds populated by animals fated for disaster and people who interact with them, or simply act like them, including a very sad boy who wishes he had been raised by wolves. There are also a handful of badly-behaving Gods, a talking tree, and a shape-shifting room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Wrapped lightly in philosophy and whimsy and wisdom, here's a book to be savored, and revisited, and read aloud.  Teicher is brewing some elegant magic here.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e                                                                                                           —Aimee Bender\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Populated with account-keeping birds, wolves whose ‘bite is like a breeze,’ an invisible man, a nameless man, and children who find dust balls and ‘care for particular clumps as pets,’ Teicher’s stories are full of mystery and doubt and despair. These are fables with the hearts of haiku. Their conclusions, if they may even be termed as such, are full of question marks and quicksand and rabbit holes. A writer imagines writing a line that goes through the paper and into the horizon and writes, ‘I will follow that line until there is no next thing’; a story can’t settle on its subject; men die and become crows. With the lightest touch, Teicher prods at our human mysteries, cloaking a very real and complex view of the world we live in through the language and staging of fairytale, diorama, and dream.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e                                                                                                      —Matthea Harvey\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Wolves\u003c\/b\u003e     \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWolves rule these woods. They have overthrown the old rulers, conquered all the creatures, and now these woods belong to them.  But do not be afraid if you pass this way. There is nothing here that can harm you, because, of course, the wolves are made of something less than air. Their bite is like a breeze. When they run a few leaves shake. Perhaps a flower bends when they howl. Pass through the woods whenever you like. What you have to fear is not in the woods.  \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd 2010\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAvailable editions:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e-------------------------------------------------------------------\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePrice: $14.00\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e-------------------------------------------------------------------\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":8420070725,"sku":"9781934414354","price":14.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/CRADLE_BOOK.jpg?v=1527683202"},{"product_id":"to-keep-love-blurry","title":"To Keep Love Blurry","description":"\u003cp\u003eInspired by Robert Lowell’s \u003cem\u003eLife Studies\u003c\/em\u003e, Craig Morgan Teicher’s \u003cem\u003eTo Keep Love Blurry\u003c\/em\u003e is an exploration of the charged and troubled spaces between intimately connected people: husbands and wives, parents and children, writers and readers. These poems include sonnets, villanelles, and long poems, as well as two poetic prose pieces, all meditating on the relationship between truth and art. As a son becomes a husband and then a father, Teicher expertly probes a life recast as poetry, with poems that long to leap into the lives of their subjects.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e“The Past Ahead”\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI find myself looking forward to the past,\u003cbr\u003e confident remembering will lengthen it,\u003cbr\u003e that even forgetting will make it last\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e a little longer, as all the amassed\u003cbr\u003e memory returns in flashes bit by bit.\u003cbr\u003e It seems so accessible, so near, the past,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eas though it were my own very vast\u003cbr\u003e place, neither behind nor ahead, easy to visit.\u003cbr\u003e The \u003ci\u003efact\u003c\/i\u003e that it doesn’t last\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e makes no sense. I hardly have to cast\u003cbr\u003e thoughts backward before I inhibit\u003cbr\u003e—so why not look forward to?—the past,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efull of real things I can pick up—the glass\u003cbr\u003e dancer my mother loved, the statuette\u003cbr\u003e my father bought her for their last\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e anniversary, the anniversary of which just passed.\u003cbr\u003e She’s dead; that’s all that caused their split.\u003cbr\u003e She’s all I’d go back for; otherwise the past\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eis forgettable at last. The dead last.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eTo Keep Love Blurry\u003c\/i\u003e\n\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eThe book risks most everything poetry can risk: family, reputation, legacy, privacy. The spirits of dead parents mix with a spouse and children and colleagues, and then, there’s Robert Lowell, who presides over this entire volume in a ghostly fashion that should get Harold Bloom’s attention.\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003e—Publishers Weekly\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e “The majority of poems in this new work from Teicher… employ form in the best sense of the word– as a frame, not a crutch… When at his best, Teicher’s poems are formal and–as a welcome bonus– amusing.”\u003cstrong\u003e—\u003cem\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e “The closing couplet of a sonnet or a Shakespearean scene signals a swift turn and the lingering note of finality that will continue to resonate so dramatically that it literally gives us pause. Teicher takes this familiar pattern as a starting point and varies his reinvention of it so thoroughly as to sound the heavens with its infinite measures. Herein, a long period of grief for which there is no comfort in form. A salacious glance at bodies reined in by exacting rhymes. A liberating push-back against the idea of economy. More play, more improvisation, and more defiantly deadpan humor – this is the vital shot-in-the-arm American poetry needs. And who would have thought it would arrive in such a disarmingly honest voice? The brilliance of these poems is how they renovate not only poetry but language, without pretense, without the declaration of war, without summoning the ghost of Shakespeare in any but the most charming ways. I could live in the mind of these poems and never want to leave. The nice thing is, as a guest at Teicher’s party in poetry’s honor: I get to dally among the roses.”  \u003cstrong\u003e—D. A. Powell\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch6\u003ePublication Date: August 21, 2012\u003cbr\u003eISBN: 978-1-934414-93-4\u003c\/h6\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd. 2012\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":null,"offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":8420213893,"sku":"978-1-934414-93-4","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/tokeeploveblurry.jpeg?v=1527683768"},{"product_id":"the-trembling-answers","title":"The Trembling Answers","description":"\u003ch4\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWinner of the 2018 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAt once an extension of and a departure from his previous explorations of family and art, Craig Morgan Teicher’s \u003cem\u003eThe Trembling Answers\u003c\/em\u003e delves boldly into the tangled realms of fatherhood, marriage, and poetry. Dealing with the day-to-day of family life—including the alert anxiety and remarkable beauty of caring for a child with severe cerebral palsy—these personal narratives brightly illuminate the relationship that exists between poetry and a life fiercely lived.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eThe Hairdryer Cord Is All Tangled\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eYou’ve stepped out of the shower,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003edragged the towel up and down\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eyour clean little self. Now\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eyou’ve got to dry your hair, and quick.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eExcept there’s this tangle. A clogged\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eartery? But nothing prevents you from\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eplugging it in—why won’t you? \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eDoes\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003esomebody love us all? Undo it,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eor else who will, and when?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA time machine and God’s eyes-that’s what\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eyou need. Does no one feel\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ethe tectonic plates, magma, glaciers sliding?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou do, who’ve been anticipating death\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003esince you were four. Your hair is still \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eso wet. Stop thinking! Your face\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewill stay that way like Gramma warned.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eYou’ll catch your own swift undoing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eUntangle the cord, or the knots\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewill keep seething like a cracked oil pipe\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003esnaking along the ocean floor.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThis may be your one chance to stop\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe fateful flap of the butterfly’s wings.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eCities are shaking, sinking, singing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe Earth is burning! Quick, untangle it!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePraise for \u003cem\u003eThe Trembling Answers\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eTeicher’s poems are largely confessional and autobiographical, and \u003cem\u003eThe Trembling Answers \u003c\/em\u003eis no exception; this particular volume deals with explorations of family and fatherhood, and the role his poetry plays across each. One of Teicher’s great strengths is his honesty. He frequently reveals his flaws and mistakes to the reader, laying bare intimate details about his wife, his son, and his marriage to illustrate his humanity. His writing is full of lists and repetition, as if Teicher is searching for answers in real-time. Each poem is meaty and sprawling, providing plenty of space for interpretation and re-interpretation.\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003cem\u003eLiterary Hub\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“An affecting examination of the trade-offs that parenthood, adulthood, and art require. This is a modest book, but also a rare, undeceived one. It offers only what it can, which may be all that poetry can hope to: small joys and hard-won wisdom.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003cem\u003ePublishers Weekly \u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/files\/reviews-star-19b_large.png?v=1491516015\" alt=\"\" width=\"22\" height=\"17\"\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eProlific reviewer, Colorado Prize winner, and director of digital operations at \u003cem\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/em\u003e, Teicher writes affectingly about family relations and the particular burdens and beauties of raising a disabled child. This is poetry, in other words, about how life really feels: \u003cspan\u003e‘\u003c\/span\u003eNight is long, life short. \/ I cover you with my eyes.\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Barbara Hoffert, \u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eCraig Morgan Teicher\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003es \u003cem\u003eThe Trembling Answers\u003c\/em\u003e, an \u003cspan\u003e‘\u003c\/span\u003eultra-vivid \/ catalog of things \/ undone, hopes \/\/ unfulfilled, opportunities unnoticed so \/ untaken,\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003e is a portrait not only of the speaker (who is handsome, he claims in one of his many wry unvarnished self-assessments, as long as he avoids the mirror) but of any human being who refuses to delude himself as life\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003es options narrow and love deepens, sharpens, extracts its beautiful dues from us. Humor and fearlessness pulse through these poems. Teicher\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003es so-called \u003cspan\u003e‘\u003c\/span\u003eanswers\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003e are complicated by anxiety, excitement, and the drive to know in these poems of resilience, joy, lament, and the existential dread of the \u003cspan\u003e‘\u003c\/span\u003elooming erotic.\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003e Time seems to run backwards even as it moves relentlessly forward. Teicher’s speakers are like those figures whose faces are half-smiling, half-crying, mordantly aware of their own beautiful failings and contradictions. Part confession, part manifesto, part x-ray, this is a beautiful mea culpa, an I was here that invites its readers to take up their own unanswerables.\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e—Catherine Barnett\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eCraig Morgan Teicher\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003es \u003cem\u003eThe Trembling Answers\u003c\/em\u003e is feverish, big, loving, and tender. In this book we find tireless children, tired parents, everyday chores, and wild imagination. This poet is in love with poetry and so we can trust him to deliver. This book is a stunner unlike anything else I have encountered. Read it and weep.\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e—Peter Gizzi\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eIn these poems, Teicher creates a character, call him Craig Morgan Teicher, who you feel you know and believe.\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e—Hannah Brooks-Motl, \u003cem\u003eBookforum\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eWith these refreshingly human, formal, playful, and heart-wrenching poems, Teicher not only proves that form may be adapted to fit a contemporary idiom, but that he\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003es built his own \u003cspan\u003e‘\u003c\/span\u003eLife Studies\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003e within the confessional tradition, one which pushes against his predecessor\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003es self-aware and often selfish use of confession, successfully re-enervating the sense of a real life behind the voice.\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e—Maya Catherine Popa, \u003cem\u003eThe Rumpus\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eI recommend Craig Morgan Teicher\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003es new poetry collection, \u003cem\u003eThe Trembling Answers\u003c\/em\u003e, a book of enormous beauty and revelation and hanging questions.\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e—Natalie Shapiro, \u003ci\u003eKenyon Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch6\u003ePublication Date: April 11, 2017\u003cbr\u003eISBN: \u003cstrong\u003e978-1-942683-31-5\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/h6\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd. 2017\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":26036399561,"sku":"9781942683315","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/TheTremblingAnswers_Front_PrizeSeal-min.jpg?v=1538569687"},{"product_id":"welcome-to-sonnetville-new-jersey","title":"Welcome to Sonnetville, New Jersey","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLenore Marshall Poetry Prize-winning poet and nationally recognized literary critic Craig Morgan Teicher’s \u003ci\u003eWelcome to Sonnetville, New Jersey\u003c\/i\u003e is a poetry collection about entering middle age, raising a young family, sustaining a marriage, and taking care of a severely disabled child.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBuilt around two sequences of sonnets, and interrupted by two sets of lyric poems, a set of prose poems, and a long poem about death, the book narrates a family’s move to the suburbs and their coming to terms with the ghosts of the past and with hard-to-hold hopes for the future.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003ePraise for Craig Morgan Teicher\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Teicher borrows an ember from Frank O’Hara’s ‘I do this I do that’ poetry to light his family hearth, wielding the urbane form in the service of suburban existentialism in these affecting lines.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, ★ Starred Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"An understated, subtle dissertation on contemporary middle-class life in verse, and a fine introduction to a rising poet.\" \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, ★ Starred Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“From a state of bewilderment to the condition of omniscience, Craig Morgan Teicher’s poetry stands simultaneously inside and outside of common understanding, struggling to un-domesticate the mind even as it seeks to more deeply inhabit the intimacies of domestic life. This is a book of unflinching self-scrutiny, by turns meditative, plainspoken, funny, and profound, where answers are not stable solutions but achingly alert responses to the trauma and triumph of human existence.” \u003cb\u003e—2017 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize Judges Citation\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“One of Teicher’s great strengths is his honesty. He frequently reveals his flaws and mistakes to the reader, laying bare intimate details about his wife, his son, and his marriage to illustrate his humanity. His writing is full of lists and repetition, as if Teicher is searching for answers in real-time. Each poem is meaty and sprawling, providing plenty of space for interpretation and re-interpretation.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLiterary Hub\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Teicher writes affectingly about family relations and the particular burdens and beauties of raising a disabled child. 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A moment, and it’s already now.\u003cbr\u003eWhere did she go? And when? 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