![]() Mónica Gomery’s Here is the Night and the Night on the Road is a vibrant collection populated with lives “drinking carbon out of the sky.” We confront an environmental logic here where “Each day… swabbed in light.” Gomery’s poetry consists of ache and wail outrage and grief love and tenderness, and most abundantly evident, the immense compassion that this poet delivers in a sweeping, resuscitative vision that honors both life and death. This is an exquisite study in the suddenness of numbered days and the radiant pain of living with love “tumbling forth.” This matters, Gomery declares, “The land on which we lost you is a colonized terrain, and it is hard to know exactly how that matters, except that it matters in every single way.” In the long tradition of poems about grief, Gomery is a necessary voice. The layers multiply into interwoven textures of grief: for the lover’s lost body and the disappearing world that sustains the lovers, a world of “collision, echo of colonization.” The violence of a car crash’s twisted metal is haunted by the violence of forests torn up for roads-both victims of the same hand of man. In Here is the Night and the Night on the Road she asks “How do you get dressed to go watch someone die?” when “All I can feel is the you-hole, the place where you aren’t.” This is a book witnessing love and loss and love again. ![]() Here is the Night and the Night on the Road by Mónica Gomery. ![]()
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