Chloe Garcia Roberts writes with keen attention to sound and with mythic insight in this addition to Noemi Press's Akrílica Series. In a book whose titles themselves are resonant miniature poems, a reader experiences 'a silver stitch in death between the walked and the walking' and arrives at a place 'where an I is hemorrhaging into smoke.' It's a world where 'the silk griefblossom of a new face' is indelible, and the speaker is simply 'in front of the glass.' This book is a marvelous debut.
Chloe Garcia Roberts is a poet and translator from the Spanish and Chinese. She is the author of a book of poetry, The Reveal, which was published as part of Noemi Press's Akrilika Series for innovative Latino writing and her second book, Fire Eater: A Translator's Theology is forthcoming in 2024. She lives outside Boston and works as deputy editor of Harvard Review and as a lecturer of poetry at MIT.
"In Chloe Garcia Roberts' haunted poems, the notion of what's undone—in both senses of yet unfulfilled and finally destroyed—takes on luminous force. The world in her poems wavers between these limits; sometimes what's undone is a presence, sometimes it is an absence, but the speaker's need for understanding becomes a potent spell of potential. It is what makes for the heated tension in these fine lyrics." - Sandra Lim
"The depth of Garcia Roberts' work is as brave and elemental as Nietzsche's radical questioning: what is love? what is creation? what is longing? what is a star? But the force of her voice comes from generosity rather than resistance, an appetite for perceptual splendor in the midst of scarcity, and an utterly unique ability to embody, not simply describe, the spiritual complexity apparent in everyday experience. The glorious table of contents of The Reveal lists luxurious titles that combine effusion and a delicate sharpness (you must stop and read it alone, for it is itself a poem). I'm going to keep The Reveal right between Gerard Manley Hopkins and Adrienne Rich, poets who could keep watch over our humanity's sustained, but so often muted, emergency. How could Garcia Roberts have made a 'dark night of the soul' as buoyant as this, so full of the ability to make words rise?" - Katie Peterson
"Garcia Roberts has made a map, here, in and with her language. A language so rendered by body and intellect and loss that I find myself whispering them aloud. Whispering because I both want to know their wisdoms, but am afraid of them—their brazenness and powers of saying. The Reveal is utterly elegiac, blistering, imaginative, urgent—rendered out of reverence for life, but also a quiet daring to wrestle to say something true about loss, grief, and the strange logic of a world seemingly governed by time. 'I knew were I to raise a hand to stop you,/ I would find I could not raise a hand to stop you.' 'Nothing is stable. Air can step out of water. Water can step out of air.' Revelation sitting so close to woe. The terror and blessing of a poetics (a world) built on inversions. 'May the terrible eye of god/ swim over you.// May it at once:// Recognize you, forget you.' I leave these poems astonished by how they undo the hem of my thinking, my seeing." - Aracelis Girmay
