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"In this thoughtful and nuanced collection, Lori Desrosiers maps that country sometimes called the past, sometimes called memory, into which loved ones have gone or soon will be disappearing. It's a space limned by nostalgia, which can be beautiful for the trace of what used to be, in the way that an armless goddess is lovely. It's a place inhabited by spectral presences who don't seem to realize they are going or gone-- Such is the thrall and pull that this world still exerts over all of us. And so, the ghosts of those who perished in the tsunami in Japan hail taxis and reserve private rooms at hotels. The poet's grandmother at 70 shoplift s] at the five and dime. The ghost of Emily Dickinson speaks through her washbowl, her inkwell, her quill. In the ordinary calamity of our days, we seek their guidance and benevolence. Among those still with us, we realize we miss each other even while we're still here. Love is a longing thrown across a bridge where someone is waiting on the other side: we call to each other, we wait for the answer. The poems in Keeping Planes in the Air live in both the waiting and the calling--but the poet gently reminds us that it is the work of our breathing that keeps things aloft."
Luisa A. Igloria
"Poet Henrik Nordbrant speaks of 'the glow which approaching death/ leaves on photographs of people who died young/ in the memory of those left behind.' Such is the aura of singular brilliance in the face of utter bereavement and forfeiture manifested in the verse found in Lori Desrosiers' new volume of poems, Keeping Planes in the Air. The poetry tendered here widens from an insular grief toward 'finding beauty in imperfection/ how skin stretches to accommodate/ bones their restless march towards death.' We glimpse the poet's vision in a space where 'the ghost of our intentions/ lingers in peripheral vision/ like the flash of light/ from a torn retina, ' and in those glimmers of an afterlife 'we are torn/ between staying put/ and taking flight.' Keeping Planes in the Air is for any of us who have witnessed the ambiguity of holding onto our lives and loves in the constant presence of an impending loss that leaves us (and the poet) with a wounded wonderment 'which is/ more than we] can fathom/ or just enough.'"
Christina Lovin