Winter Stranger

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Praise for Winter Stranger

"Holbert's poems are emotionally generous. They blend accessible language with imagery that feels familiar yet beguilingly strange. "-Kevin Canfield, San Francisco Chronicle

"Winter Stranger uses spare language to portray a Washington countryside beset by hopelessness and addiction"-Library Journal, What to Read in 2023

"Succinct but uncommonly far-ranging, Winter Stranger crafts a pliable style from an amalgamation of sources [. . . ] Its stranger achievement is the fashioning (or warping) of a sense of time unique to American poetry. Holbert's titles sketch a universe where everything happens far too often or not enough: symptoms recur like seasons ("Another Summer Withdrawal Poem"); necessary words never get said ("Unfinished Letter to Jakob"). Holbert's narratives hinge on catastrophic change, but the word he pronounces most tragically is "stay"[. . .] few debut poets have such a clear-eyed sense of how much-or how little-their poems can do for them."-Christopher Spaide, Harriet Blog, Poetry Foundation

[Winter Stranger], is teeming beneath its plainspoken surface, like fish under lake ice. [. . .] I'm certain this is just the start of a long poetry career for Holbert. -Kristen Steenbeeke, Texas Monthly




"In this beautiful book, poems of life are tempered by the shadow of mortality. Written in an exacting, minimalist style, with great silence, it records the tumult, the solemnity, and the spiritual survival of a young man."-Henri Cole

"A brutal, beautiful book about all the things that try to kill you in your youth-pills, friends, the trees, winter-and all the things that save you-pills, friends, the trees, winter."-Hedgie Choi, co-translator of Hysteria"Engaging with the dead in epistolary forms, Jackson Holbert's poems are born of the pain of traumas and addictions that, though now dissolved into memory, can 'poison the aquifer / . . . miles down.' What haunts me about this book are not its poisons, however, but its remedies, its rich influences out of Rilke's night-fears and Paul Celan's fugue music ('We went to school we ate pink beef we drank') and the stark, moon-pale wartime imagery of Georg Trakl, poets writing a hundred years ago but who are transubstantiated here into the language of 21st century parking lots, baseball fields, and emergency rooms. Holbert's poetry is remarkably tempered for all its frenetic living, the lines crashing but landing acrobatically along the edges, never memorializing but advancing old relationships, the tone wizened and resilient, willing of heart. Even when the only light to lead us is poetry's refracted and warped transcription-each poem shines through grief's windows."-David Keplinger, author of Ice

"In the world that is Winter Stranger, oblivion is by turns muse and menace; life at once too brief and yet intolerably long-its excesses carved away by pills, guns, wildfires, grief; and violence often holds the keys to the only tenderness that hasn't yet left town. Set in the semi-wilds of the Pacific Northwest, amid mountains too big to tear down and towns too small to hold their enormous losses, Holbert's poems intoxicate with harsh yet intimate confidences, sharp syntax and tender letters to far-off friends, and vivid conundrums of life lived-and youth endured-far from any city. These are poems that dare to knock at death's door and suffer him, for he is a character in their pages, to answer. They are poems that dare to conjure a reality, one caught between rapture and imperilment, in which 'the law is full of dreams' and regret is not just a note haunting the voice in your ear, but a pure and steadfast longing for the past, full of losses 'weightless and bizarre,' to change its impossible ways."-Devon Walker-Figueroa, author of Philomath