How to Catch a Falling Knife
Like an album of photographic negatives, this book is transformed by light, inhabited by family, illness, mortality, and faith. Daniel Johnson hammers plain speech into exquisite song that is celebratory, mysterious, and elegiac. This transfixing collection resounds with what's left unsaid.

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How to Catch a Falling Knife
Like an album of photographic negatives, this book is transformed by light, inhabited by family, illness, mortality, and faith. Daniel Johnson hammers plain speech into exquisite song that is celebratory, mysterious, and elegiac. This transfixing collection resounds with what's left unsaid.

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How to Catch a Falling Knife

How to Catch a Falling Knife

by Daniel Johnson
How to Catch a Falling Knife

How to Catch a Falling Knife

by Daniel Johnson

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Like an album of photographic negatives, this book is transformed by light, inhabited by family, illness, mortality, and faith. Daniel Johnson hammers plain speech into exquisite song that is celebratory, mysterious, and elegiac. This transfixing collection resounds with what's left unsaid.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781882295791
Publisher: Alice James Books
Publication date: 06/01/2010
Pages: 80
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.25(d)

About the Author

Daniel Johnson's poetry has appeared in journals and anthologies including The Best American Poetry 2007, The Iowa Review, American Letters & Commentary, and I Have My Own Song for It: Modern Poems of Ohio. Johnson is the founding director of 826 Boston and teaches writing in public schools, hospitals, and prisons. He lives with his wife in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

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From "Hungry for Wonder":

Smoke smeared the sky.
the sun was a hole,
but my mother wouldn't believe

the river was burning.
Another drowned twin,
a two-headed perch: perhaps,

but water, brown and crooked
as it was, still wouldn't burn.
Must be a mill caught fire, my mother said.


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