Alia Kobuszko

I am drawing a map of distances.The swimmer. The sleeper. The dreamer.Another afternoon traipsing the incomprehensiblecorridors of the brain. Nothing uttered. Alia Kobuszko's poetry is as immediate as it is mysterious. She is unafraid of detonating form or trusting a quiet phrase, and saturates these poems with surreal and sensuous aspects. In this enchanting and piercing debut, strange horses gallop...