“After we’ve reaped the whirlwind, what remains to glean? This
debut approaches the question and its quiet apocalypse not
desperately but,against all precedent, lovingly. And such approach
is amply rewarded. In the hollow places of our day,Kryah finds not
emptiness, but an echoing sound of wings. In the waste spaces, he
finds a spark just now coming alight–for warmth, not burning. Crazy
as it may sound, in Glean we have the love poetry of a terrible
aftermath we need not, thanks to Kryah, fear after all.”—Donald
Revell
“In these tight and resonant lyrics, logic, precision, and
affection coalesce. Opening with the self as a winged fruit, Kryah
goes on to find more and more facets of being that negotiate body,
name, and world in a way that brings out both their reverence and
their rigor. Like prayer that needs nothing to pray to, these poems
continually open, enlarging our view.”—Cole Swenson
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