A new book by an old friend (reading it feels like holding a sparkler): Night Loop, by Kostas Anagnopoulos.
A book I’ve been reading for over a year (reading it fills me with gratitude that it exists): Citizen, by Claudia Rankine.
A book by a poet I did not know before (reading it makes me long to know more than I do): They Who Saw the Deep, by Geraldine Monk.
A book that I’m reading again, as it has not left my mind since I first read it (reading it makes my heart swell in wonder and admiration): Milk & Filth, by Carmen Giménez Smith.
A book by a favorite writer that I never read before (reading it inspires a delight mitigated only by the dread of it ending): A Pair of Blue Eyes, by Thomas Hardy.
A brand spanking new book (reading it makes me feel hopeful and calm): You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior, by Carolina Ebeid.
A book that—while it is impossible to approach it without bias— is the best yet by this poet (reading it makes me feel proud and humbled): Lore, by Davis McCombs.
Books I am always reading: Fair Realism, by Barbara Guest; Reproduction of Profiles, by Rosmarie Waldrop; The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens; The Collected Poems of Frank O’Hara; and the Field Guide to Birds of North America.
A book I’m not reading now but am impatiently waiting to read: Whereas, by Layli Long Soldier.
A book I added to this list at the last moment, (reading it feels like finding a treasure buried in the walls of your house) Circumspections from an Equestrian Statue (Burning Deck, 1979), by Jaimy Gordon.