A Hunger

“Brock-Broido’s talismanic words open into a magical territory of ‘Domestic Mysticism’ . . . A violently skewed portrait of the female poet and her Muse, a hyped-up version of Stevens and his interior paramour, locked in a soliloquy ‘in which being there together is enough’ . . . Something in Brock-Broido likes stealth, toxicity, wildness, neon—‘perfect mean lines’ . . . The poems lead off the page.”
—Helen Vendler, The New Yorker

“These poems are out of Stevens in the abundance, glitter, ...