“Tracy Koretsky's new collection Even Before My Own Name begins with advice on casting out trouble and ends with a wish to die consciously and well. Between these two knots swings the hammock of a book based in joy. From haiku to persona to villanelle to prose poem, from family to Auschwitz, from a stray dog to the salt wind that hits the Staten Island ferry, this poet expertly and compassionately traces the edges of her world and finds it good.”
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