The Air in the Air Behind It

This is a book of water. Of weather. Of a voice languaging thought through a line, a stanza, a page. Space. Through modes of being human-temporary stoppages of energy called "father," "daughter," "lover," "commuter," "scientist," "cashier." On micro and macro scales these poems register cycles of coming into one existence and passing into another: "A widower on a highway west/ of here faces the idea that his lover, is now, just particles/ his headlights pass through." Even massive things are permeable and subject to transformation: "The land splits open and the street/ of cars slides single-filed, straight in." Brandon Rushton's The Air in the Air Behind It understands, and leads us to understand, we are bound to each other, and to this earth, because all is change. This is a book that holds such truths, necessary to weathering our time.-Karla Kelsey In The Air in the Air Behind It, Brandon Rushton's poems are wild ranging examinations of the untenable present and the unknowable future. They brim with ideas in a sonic rush-so full of vitality and the resilience required to rally the spirit inside a personal reckoning against the backdrop of collective resignation. "I came dangerously close to some / partition, some fog I can't stop / my want to fit inside. In a rush // of mountainous air, I mistake me / for myself again." These exhilarating poems embrace possibilities worth hoping for, even in a world that's over-stimulated and disappointing; gracefully, they make room for the light to get in and fill the empty spaces.-Allison Titus With an eye roving like a documentary camera, Brandon Rushton delivers a post-wonder diorama of the contemporary non-urban United States in which the vaunted American lawn is artificial; the food is full of chemicals; and "what haven't we / homogenized." The freedoms of childhood and adolescence are figured here as a kind of lost, damaged paradise before everyone erases themselves into their adult roles: the contractor, the customer, the detective, the pilot, the bank teller, the embezzler, the broker, the milkshake maker. Rushton's often interweaving lines serve as a formal objective correlative for our interwoven state in this world, which is composed of both the given and the made; the question of why on earth we have chosen what we have made is quietly fuming in every poem. "Honestly, the people / had hoped for more space / to feel spectacular." The news about that spectacular feeling isn't good, but knowing Rushton is out there watching, giving a damn, and writing his beautiful poems is reason for hope.-Donna Stonecipher