Coolth

Poetry. Like a coconut-scented suntan lotion that only the applicant can smell, Hajara Quinn's COOLTH is an effortless tide pool. Blending the incantational voice of Mary Ruefle with the allegorical magic of Lucie Brock-Broido, Quinn impeccably collapses distances: between the present and the past, the mundane and the ethereal, the self and the other. But her voice is as sure of itself as it is unsure of the world. COOLTH is a debut collection that suspiciously grabs the rope swing and dives into the lake of un-unbelonging. The perfect summer read for the emotionally demure.