The American Poetry Review

First Editions from Winners of the APR/Honickman First Book Prize

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selected by Nick Flynn

“ is an origin myth, in that it attempts to create the world by naming it. But it’s too late in the game to imagine—something else. Or many somethings elses. . . . It happens in real time . . . as one thing transforms, word by word, into another thing. How we are transformed, reading them.” —Nick Flynn

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