Somehow We Remain in the Aftermath

"Sara's poems are less like reading and more like being handed a stack of photographs of people you'd almost forgotten. The images are beautiful, heartbreaking and crystal clear, the edges yellowed with nostalgia. Magic." ~Amanda Gowin, author of Radium Girls (Thunderdome Press, 2014) *** In Somehow We Remain in the Aftermath, Sara Krueger invites us into a world of strangeness. Above the surface, humans become "metal / from toes to tummy to tongue," to survive. Below the surface, the world looks just as bizarre, with beings "like scattered husks / found after a hard harvest" burrowing to safety as the "sweet, sweet blue / kept on its way to becoming Venus." And while the world might seem alien, it isn't; there's much to recognize here, perhaps most poignant, the beauty in the ugliness, the optimism in the apocalypse, the spark of hope within us all in the next generation--the "new one" with "tiny fists" that "find purchase in this weakened world." Read this book to experience what it means to be human, albeit "with skin so scaly thick / rolling mud balls like a little dung beetle." ~Katie Hoerth, Poetry Editor of Devilfish Review and author of Goddess Wears Cowboy Boots (Lamar University Press, 2014) *** Sara Krueger is a story teller "Spinning yarns / and tall tales too / with digital banjo picking / and firelight / tumbling from our barrel chests." Somehow We Remain in the Aftermath is an enchanting and vibrant new collection-a modern Pandora that offers wry acumen and cleverness. ~Leah Maines, Publisher, Finishing Line Press