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In “On the Outer Cape in August,” meteorites are “flaming out like dreams at dawn.” In “Hunting Mushrooms with Mina,” “stars colonize the Big Sky.” When Ed Meek isn’t looking up, he’s noticing the “Asian woman – all angles” playing “Paint It Black” “underneath the street” on her violin as the train approaches the station, and he thinks of all the “artists, musicians, poets” we’ll never notice or even know of, unless we’re paying attention, even when we’re waiting for the train.  Is it an overstatement to suggest that one function of poetry is to help us learn to see? When the subject is Ed Meek’s work, I think it’s a simple fact.

-Bill Littlefield, author of Prospect and Take Me Out. Host of NPR’s Only a Game.

Ed Meek’s poems pull us in with such clarity that you don’t feel the pain at first, almost like a painting you need to study until you see what’s waiting in the shadows, that scarred figure, its history.

-Nina Rubinstein Alonso, editor, Constellations, a Journal of Poetry and Fiction