Blurbs:
The poems in Daniel Blokh's chapbook, grimmening, have been following me everywhere. Like the moon, these poems "can find a river/in anyone." I didn't know how badly I needed these poems. I was immediately taken with how careful and tender Blokh is with his language. I could read these poems over and over and discover something new every time. I can't wait to see what this poet will give us in the future, but for now, we are so so lucky to have grimmening.
-Hieu Minh Nguyen
Daniel Blokh is a poet of surreality, mystery, and wonder. In deft poems that startle and engage, Blokh shows us a "world [that] learns to bend under a bloody horizon", a world in which "the sky turns red / and prays for curtains." These poems make me excited for both the future and the now of poetry-they demand to be read and reflected upon every bit as much as they deserve to be.
-Peter LaBerge
In grimmening, Daniel Blokh writes blood, bone, family and identity with exact and exacting verse. These poems bite-they teach us "how the world / learns to bend under a bloody horizon," the way to "[stitch] the sun into [your] chest." In this stunning collection, Blokh's poems are urgent and careful, tight in verse but expansive in thought.
-Ashley M. Jones
The poems in Daniel Blokh's chapbook, grimmening, have been following me everywhere. Like the moon, these poems "can find a river/in anyone." I didn't know how badly I needed these poems. I was immediately taken with how careful and tender Blokh is with his language. I could read these poems over and over and discover something new every time. I can't wait to see what this poet will give us in the future, but for now, we are so so lucky to have grimmening.
-Hieu Minh Nguyen
Daniel Blokh is a poet of surreality, mystery, and wonder. In deft poems that startle and engage, Blokh shows us a "world [that] learns to bend under a bloody horizon", a world in which "the sky turns red / and prays for curtains." These poems make me excited for both the future and the now of poetry-they demand to be read and reflected upon every bit as much as they deserve to be.
-Peter LaBerge
In grimmening, Daniel Blokh writes blood, bone, family and identity with exact and exacting verse. These poems bite-they teach us "how the world / learns to bend under a bloody horizon," the way to "[stitch] the sun into [your] chest." In this stunning collection, Blokh's poems are urgent and careful, tight in verse but expansive in thought.
-Ashley M. Jones