10 Reasons Poetry's Not Dead

Water Puppets, Quan Barry

If you think poetry is all nice descriptions of flowers and fence posts, the gutting, gorgeous, terrible poetry of Quan Barry is for you. Full of brutality both personal and political, her poems linger in the “the dark traps where things collect,” pensive and stark. Her poem “thanksgiving” ends with the moody revelation, “At the end of the road the man driving the truck will eat/ the deer. If I had to watch someone be torn apart by motorbikes/ I would still be me, which is the horror of it all.”