“Somewhere between elegy and love letter, Alison Thumel’s Architect creates a living language that could not feel more vital. With Frank Lloyd Wright serving as her Virgil, Thumel builds an animate structure that manages to ‘memorialize someone unequivocally, without footnotes.’ I can’t think of a collection that draws a better blueprint for intimacy and for restoration, particularly now when we need space for both.”—A. Van Jordan, author of When I Waked, I Cried to Dream Again “’Inside a memory / is its ruin.’ So begins Thumel’s exquisitely crafted debut in which the poet fabricates an architecture for grief. In these spaces, metaphor is the only language for loss. ‘If this were myth I would already be transformed.’ This is the calling of poetry, to glean meaning from the ineffable no matter how shattering the results. Architect devastates even as it shines.”—Quan Barry, author of Auction“Thumel has conjured up a structure like none other. A little miracle house made of words that, once seen, can never be forgotten, and once felt, never unfelt. With an almost otherworldly fearlessness, she shows us the shape loss leaves in a life and the words and forms that so beautifully and inadequately fill it.” —Jackson Holbert, author of Winter Stranger
