A Day Like Today

Reading Barbara Henning’s poems is always completely refreshing. Perhaps it has to do with that swerve between the bumpy pavement under the bicycle wheel and the ring of radiation around the Earth, from the political to the completely mundane. I get caught up in the poem’s movement. So deft, so seemingly easy, with an almost folk-art clarity in the weaving, these poems nonetheless make things really weird-I don’t get it!-and suddenly I’m in the world, to be here right now -how did I get here? - Matvei Yankelvich