The poems in Liza Hudock's Reveille offer an unvarnished look at the tenacious ties that bind us to family, home, and to ways of talking.
"Here is a world in which the dead mother's angel arrives in the 'clean, bright mouths' of the dogs, in which 'mycelium adorns the roots like a lace glove.' Elegy or ode, personal history or menagerie--these pithy poems are as elegant and wise as they are whimsical. It's as if each line rides the razor-thin balance between inevitability and surprise. 'White wisp in the corner of my eye. / I try to look at it directly and it's gone.' I really love these poems. They make me feel more alive. Liza Hudock's Reveille is a standout debut."--Sally Keith
