Electric Arches

"Again and again reading Eve Ewing's Electric Arches I felt some blooming in my body, or some flock of herons batting into the air in my body, which I think was indicating something like joy at witnessing the imagination at work in these poems, the imagination borne of rigorous attention coupled with critical love. Thankfully, there's a word for all that: tenderness. And the joy is that we learn tenderness by witnessing it. Which is to say, and it's not too much to say, this book is one of the maps to our survival."
-Ross Gay, author of Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude