Honeysuckle by Robin Gow

These witty poems. These serious poems. These poems of desire. These poems of transformation. Thank you Robin Gow for these poems in which you translate Ovid for the contemporary curious. I’ve checked my canoe for snakes, I’ve considered a history of Manus Hirschfield “untouched by forward.” Your Swanson frozen dinners and Grindr and colors and flowers and insects all have names and something else as well: revelation and guidance. In this magnificent collection, Honesysuckle is both a proper name and an imperative.

–Judith Baumel, author of The Weight of Numbers, Now, The Kangaroo Girl, Passeggiate.