My Grief, the Sun

Sanna Wani’s highly anticipated debut collection promises the reader a hand in the dark, a word bigger than alive, a voice you can’t help but remember.

In Horizons Behind the Sun, flowers gut the sky, moons haunt lakes, and wonder endures, ever arriving. Read "horizon" as relief and "sun" as "God," "grief," and "sleep." A dream is body or memory. Sharply political and frequently magical, these poems reach for everything from Princess Mononoke to Orientalist German scholarship. From the Missinnihe river to the Zabarwan mountains, epistolary to erasure text, cento to concrete poem, Wani traverses time, undoes genre, and gathers the world between her hands. In these often intimate poems, attention is a kind of touch and a touch becomes a miracle.