Meredith Stricker’s anemochore is an extraordinary, literal plummet down
the page, a disorienting space as generous to falling with a poem as it is to
let it buoy up the holiness of surrendering to the space for ourselves in the
poem. Stricker lets the page build with its own music, leaving you open to
the next page being a completely different song. Ecstatic, caught in
the lung as deeply as you can breathe, it is a meditation that will resonate
throughout your day. You too will want Stricker’s poems in your life.
—CAConrad, author of While Standing in Line for Death