My Love Is a Dead Arctic Explorer

Poetry. Poems of a loneliness that quarrels with itself from the far edge of love, this is a collection of would-be love poems chastened by experience. "I was a Promethean dilettante disabused of tinder," says the speaker, who later observes, "After you reach adulthood / no one bets you'll set this world / on fire." Ackerson-Kiely returns with a second book of perfectly trenchant heartbreak and longing.