"Concise, tough-minded, insightful poetry."
"Every poem in this collection is a five star, worthy of the explicator's science and the sensitive reader's tears. Her poems of grief unavoidable, sustained, or in progress, join those of Emily Dickinson in their strength and assured longevity."
Donna Trussell's poems are lean, and brilliant. They swerve and startle, the way life does, but somehow better. WHAT'S RIGHT ABOUT WHAT'S WRONG—you'll turn down corners of pages, copy poems for friends, come back and back again to images so potent and penetrating they feel almost eerie in their stunning beauty.
If Donna Trussell speaks to us "from the fragile net of the living," she is spoken to by ghosts still animated by "the look of longing." That's what's right about what's wrong, that equation — life the dividend, death the divisor — "that solves," Trussell tells us in the title poem, "to an infinite fraction / that can't be right, / but is."
These poems, passionate and sometimes angry, sting. And though succinct, they grow large in the silences they force us to listen to.