Excerpt from Dana Levin‘s introduction in West Branch Wired:

I love the sense of linguistic and tonal play, as well as the sense of blood—blood of family, violence, passion—that threads through Garcia’s poems, often via vivid, arresting image. “What I remember best is this:” he writes in “Valentine in Two Parts,” “where the calla stamen should be // a fountain pen / shoved in the throat of a lily.” When he says, “It’s strange what can be beautiful / to the human eye—a bullet hole // punched clean through—” I encounter the intense and peculiar graphic light of our state, no matter where this poem may be taking place: a light that throws everything under it into unflinching, sharp relief, that teaches its citizens belle laide: the beautiful-ugly.

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