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Intelligent and poignant, these poems
reveal the poet’s narrative bent,
lyric grace, and technical mastery, most
notably, an uncanny knack for the double-duty
line break. In poem after poem, Hostovsky
moves with ease from the literal to the
metaphorical. His fascination with deafness,
hands, and signing compels us to think about
how we listen or don’t listen, how
we touch or fail to touch each other, and
what language really means. |
| —Diane
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