Kill February
(Sage Hill Press, 2015)
What Jeffrey Tucker’s book of poems provides us with, in the face of an increasingly volatile environment, is a focus on now. How do we best live now (which is truly the only things we are granted) even while we are observant, and in acknowledgement of, the storms, the devastations that happen in seemingly quicker successions, both ecological and personal? Given the evidence that Tucker so hauntingly, so bitingly provides, we must embrace our only world, our only possible lives, our now: “Paradise?” he knowlingly asks. “Look around. It’s vicious out here.”