Rachel Blau DuPlessis

Around each day, she flies her rounds— tempestuous. DuPlessis revels in travel and records what unravels in one’s habits of attention when all the elsewheres return us to a home we are about to lose. “What is the true story of any time? / any itinerary?/ and of its traveling sorrows?” I encounter so many moments of startling honesty— each poem is a face as pert as day and as wild as night, looking up, from a labyrinth of drafts. —Divya Victor