DT McCrae’s poems marry personal grief with that of larger scale communal loss, climate crisis, spiritual questioning, depression, formal experimentation, queerness, joy, and a charmingly witty cynicism. This collection cares deeply about death’s attendance to our lives, the implications of mythologizing, and the healing powers of a single ever-present ever-blooming ghost-flower. In conversation with the concerns of Ross Gay, Sabrina Orah Mark, and Paige Lewis, McCrae’s lines tether us to the eerie barren desert landscapes of the southwest, the moon, and the poet’s soul. —Caryl Pagel
DT McCrea (they/she) is a trans-anarchist poet, a reader for Flypaper Lit, and Pushcart Prize nominee. They love the NBA and know the lyrics to every Saintseneca song. Her work can be found in Indianapolis Review, Gordon Square Review, Honey & Lime, mutiny!, Stone of Madness Press and others.
Chinese takeout. Specifically, sesame chicken.
What’s on your nightstand right now?
A Little Devil in America by Hanif Abdurraqib and A Lesser Love by E. J. Koh.