Books

WE ARE STARVED

A Mountain West Poetry Series title from the University Press of Colorado.

“Kryah’s lines are full of figurative grace: The images stun and accumulate. We Are Starved introduces an important poetic vision, a surprising and exciting voice.”
—Laura Kasischke, author of Space, in Chains and The Raising

“In haunted days more filled with violence than grace, Joshua Kryah has found the sacred, a way to be amazed at how ‘you can move among the world’s misfortune/and still consider it good.’ We Are Starved‘s breathtakingly mature poems are fueled by a man’s internal combustion, the tremendous labor it is to live well ‘to be a father, a lover, a son’ in a fallible world. There’s a gorgeous, seeking darkness swelling the heart of We Are Starved, one that marks Kryah as among contemporary poetry’s finest young voices.”
–Alex Lemon, author of Happy: A Memoir and Fancy Beasts

“Joshua Kryah is redefining what it means to write spiritual poetry. This is not another book about longings for the spiritual; this is a book of offerings to the spiritual. These poems answer the plea of Yeats’s spirits (‘We are starved’) and give them what they crave, depicting the particulars of human appetite and the way each ‘peculiar and appalling hunger’ unfolds. The scope of these poems is dizzying; they echo and glitter and sear as they, against all odds, give us a’world [that] is/suddener than any idea about the world.’ We Are Starved is unabashed and unflinching, and it is deeply, exquisitely satisfying.”
–Mary Szybist, author of Granted


GLEAN

Winner of the 2005 Nightboat Poetry Prize.

Glean, a reference to the gathering of grain after harvest, explores the appalling trust implicit in any act of faith — that prayer may not elicit a response. Spare and evocative, the collection struggles with a language at odds with itself. How do we write about an absence that can never be fully possessed or known, an absence that may be all we ever glimpse of the divine? When does spirituality become more real than its pursuit? Moving between doubt and vulnerability, the body and its unresolved spiritual fate, these poems dedicate themselves to the pursuit of redemption.

“In these tight and resonant lyrics, logic, precision, and affection coalesce. Like prayer that needs nothing to pray to, these poems continually open, enlarging our view.”
–Cole Swensen, author of Goest and The Book of a Hundred Hands

“Kryah’s words shift with an electric resiliency created by a mysterious energy, leading us to the door of enthrallment.”
–Bei Dao, author of Unlock and The August Sleepwalker

“After we’ve reaped the whirlwind, what remains to glean? This debut approaches the question and its quiet apocalypse not desperately but, against all precedent, lovingly. In Glean we have the love poetry of a terrible aftermath we need not, thanks to Kryah, fear after all.”
–Donald Revell, author of Arcady and My Mohave