To My Father, Now Dead in Room 318

Grief will always be of the most private and yet public of human emotions. In Madeleine Kruhly's debut To My Father Now Dead in Room 318, her poems track the loss of a father across a geography of feeling, impulse, sorrow and confusion. Visually arresting, unafraid and moving, Kruhly's language fixates on the absence of not only a father but a shapeshifting symbol of knotted masculinity. The poems straddle the space between care and threat, love and danger, anger and tenderness. This is a book t