THINGS HAD GONE BACK TO BEING WHAT THEY WERE

Leah Nieboer

THINGS HAD GONE BACK TO BEING WHAT THEY WERE. a couple rocking across the television, the scratch of the needle on a worn-out record—if I were trying to get to Tuskegee, what exit would I take? another accident flagged on the shoulder, a line of cool-eyed Madonnas at the roadside market, had I left a little lipstick on the pillow, we had left a surgical silence, a tear in the vertical.—warm me up

instead with your guesses, dumb suggestions, the truth loops itself out of eyeshot a million miles below the interstate. the years. go and go—before I could say what was real and what had gone galloping through my dreams . . . I did get to where I was going next, I stood on a roof half-dressed watching a jet wake stretch itself into the most insane blue you’ll ever in sunlight see.

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Leah Nieboer grew up in rural Iowa. She is a deep listener, PhD candidate in English and Literary Arts at the University of Denver, a graduate of the Warren Wilson MFA Program for Writers, the winner of the 2022 Mountain West Writers’ Contest in Poetry, and the recipient of grants and fellowships from the Center for Deep Listening at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, the University of Denver, and the Virginia Center for Creative Arts. Her first collection of poetry, SOFT APOCALYPSE, was selected by Andrew Zawacki for the 2021 Georgia Poetry Prize, and her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Oversound, the Brooklyn Rail, Interim: A Journal of Poetry & Poetics, Ghost Proposal, and elsewhere. She lives in Denver and is at work on a speculative novel.

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"Dancing inside ‘the discoed light’ of our late, lurid century, Leah Nieboer adroitly imbricates the private and political, minor events with macro catastrophe. At once ascetic and raptured by excess, Soft Apocalypse auditions social, civic, and erotic relationships that aspire to redress the alienations inflicted by capitalism. Set somewhere between Oklahoma and Ophiuchus, this ‘triple-X rock opera’ is scored to an ultraviolet dream stream and an ‘EKG going off.’ Its frayed-wire lyrics, neo-noir prose, and exquisite sequencing are cut with an X-Acto knife, fused with acetylene. Conversing with Lispector, Weil, and other intimate strangers, Nieboer accompanies us toward a future where, if we’re unlikely lucky, ‘a wreck becomes an opening.'"
— Andrew Zawacki, author of Unsun: f/11 and Videotape

"In Soft Apocalypse we find 'cold little gasps of misinformation;' we find 'mismatched confessionals.' In Leah Nieboer’s spirited poetry, we discover a kaleidoscopic interpretation of the real, an unending disruption to thought constantly turning where anything is possible so that nothing is impossible. It’s a bumpy ride and necessarily so."
— Peter Gizzi, author of Now It's Dark: New Poems

"As a poet, process and effort are endlessly engaging for the impossibility we encounter—the task, that is, of writing what it is to be. I don’t know how she did it, really, but Leah Nieboer’s Soft Apocalypse makes distance intimate. Hers is a world simultaneously made and unmade, rendered in dimensions unimaginable. I find I do not want to leave. All around 'language allowing little detours.' Sentence as sentience. Paragraphs approaching but refusing summation, as sound and syntax both complicate and continue to thread the song buried deep underground. An experiment, yes! Nothing cold about it, no! This is 'the heart doing its best.' I will keep this book close to me. You should read these poems to see what I mean."
— Sally Keith, author of River House: Poems

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