Kiely Sweatt's origin of is an unusual species of poetry book. It makes me think of a dog digging for a half-remembered bone, she is unearthing things, unearthly things, kicking up stones and clots and ending up back home with a batch of bones and some broken fingers....This book is a sly and knowing mind-body problem slipping out of its leather dress and harvesting its body mind perspiration for scent, destined for anyone lucky enough to remember what they still don't know. The beautiful young woman is soaking wet and all on fire and you had better listen before she dies or dries or ashifies and in or out of boredom goes and gets some clothes on. Sweatt should be a new star on the scene. Hotly recommended.
Jennifer Michael Hecht