Eric Wertheimer

"Where we live, we live in cars,” Eric Wertheimer writes in Mylar, of an eerily postmodern city where “Dust storm at the mirror of stars.” Wertheimer locates us in an at-times gorgeously realized lyric moment—a perfectly rhymed couplet, for instance, or the sly grammatique of this deftly languaged poetry. The visionary range of Wertheimer’s poetic dictions across centuries is riveting, and the swerve to tender, embodied attentiveness and vulnerability so moving. Mylar is miracle. —Cynthia Hogue