I have long said that C.
Hannett is one of the best things Seattle has going for it--this leaves no doubt.
Occasional, full of the everyday made extraordinary, like a Frank O'Hara poem but tucked behind a weird curtain of language.
These poems are brilliant, funny, sad, and very real.
Because let's face it, taking selfies at our age does seem ridiculous.
But we'll probably do it anyway.
Amber Nelson Hannett loves words, which dance and death drop in this neo-S.