Father Dirt
“These are angry, fierce, immensely sad poems, individual stories almost too grim to contemplate. Moscaliuc piles on detail after sordid detail, until they sound almost banal, in a condemnation of society’s collective blindness to the problem.” —<em>Finding Time to Write</em> “In the midst of trauma, metaphor and imagination grant a magical glow to each fragmented, unsparing memory… Moscaliuc has written a book as gorgeous as it is tragic. An iteration of Eve, learning dark truths about her childhood world, she makes us know, and shows us the small beauties in enormous suffering.” ―<em>West Branch</em> “In [Moscaliuc’s] poems, what might have been forgotten forever is rediscovered in the body and in ritual…Moscaliuc renders her poems with exquisite detail, in language that is both imaginative and lyrical.” ―<em>Women’s Review of Books</em>
