Mandy Kahn’s Math, Heaven, Time (Eyewear Publishing) has a balmy quality, offering a welcome mat. This collection is smart and extraordinarily accessible, with a surreptitious mysticism. Can’t you hear Rilke in Kahn? Her poems are savory, lucid, accidentally philosophical. It seems they ask us to live more sincerely.
This 50 word review is part of a series of short-form glimpses into contemporary works of poetry.