Even the memories of memory are fading. It has been decades since this all began.
Jen Webb’s new collection of prose poetry riffs on the idea of the unspoken, the unexpressed-silences: deliberate and unconscious- as they are found in politics, in poetry, in the minutaie of personal relationships and histories. This is a powerful book of trying to pin down some kind of truth, or point to the place where it should exist.
In Jen Webb’s hands, the prose poem is a fluid medium, alive with sharp glints and subtle eddies, and never uncontrolled… though it is a deceptive calm, nudged just beneath the surface by the force of the unsaid.
— Philip Gross