Shard

In Judith Roitman' s Shard, koan-like couplets stream through the open space of the page like moments in a day, by turns or all at once tragic and comic, vast and infinitesimal, mundane and surreal: They scooped out half your body. / Conglomerates stride the earth. As readers we may ride these moments into our own transient noticings: Oh God it' s that bird again / hammering away against the tree. Savoring Roitman' s nuanced repetitions and variations in syntax, case, tense, tone, and topic...