A Poacher. Trampled by Elephants. and Then Eaten by Lions

"Jeff Hewitt's poems are always more spacious than they appear, like the heart, a fist-sized organ that holds everything-each of our entire lives-in its four rooms. Hewitt's work has space enough for the whole story of what hums inside us and what tears us apart. In this new book, he has interlaced agony, measured humor, and tenderness in such a way that each is known more precisely in terms of the other two. I need poems that stave off the forgetfulness and numb-skullery that dims...
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"Jeff Hewitt's poems are always more spacious than they appear, like the heart, a fist-sized organ that holds everything-each of our entire lives-in its four rooms. Hewitt's work has space enough for the whole story of what hums inside us and what tears us apart. In this new book, he has interlaced agony, measured humor, and tenderness in such a way that each is known more precisely in terms of the other two. I need poems that stave off the forgetfulness and numb-skullery that dims most of our American days. These are those poems." -- Tim Seibles Author of One Turn Around The Sun Virginia Poet Laureate Emerita