From the poet and translator of The Popol Vuh , a collection that explores the myth of Echo and Narcissus, offering a reboot, a remix, a reimagining."Narcissus was never one to see himself // in moving water. // He liked his image / still." In The Echo Chamber, myth is refracted into our current moment. A time traveler teaches a needleworker the pleasures of social media gratification. A man goes looking for his f...

One of the New York Times's Ten Best Poetry Books of the Year: A "superb" translation into verse of the Mayan epic ( Literary Review).A World Literature Today Notable TranslationIn the beginning, the world is spoken into existence with one word: "Earth." There are no inhabitants, and no sun—only the broad sky, silent sea, and sovereign Framer and Shaper. Then come the twin heroes Hunahpu and Xbalanque. Wielding blowguns, t...

"Hauntingly fable-like and delightfully idiosyncratic." —ADA LIMÓNA woozy logic dominates these poems: a heart can become a buzzing hive of bees, a rooster can trigger a series of bombs, a young man can embrace a city bus as his spirit animal. Yet in this collection—selected by Kevin Prufer as the winner of the 2014 Lindquist & Vennum Prize for Poetry—Michael Bazzett slices through his poems with a dangerous sense of humor. "Your humor is deft and cutting / my fing...

A NEW YORK TIMES BEST POETRY BOOK OF THE YEARIn the beginning, the world is spoken into existence with one word: “Earth.” There are no inhabitants, and no sun—only the broad sky, silent sea, and sovereign Framer and Shaper. Then come the twin heroes Hunahpu and Xbalanque. Wielding blowguns, they begin a journey to hell and back, ready to confront the folly of false deities as well as death itself, in service to the world and to humanity.

This surreal, darkly humorous, and relentlessly probing poetry collection resides at "the disorienting juncture between fairy tale and nightmare" ( Publishers Weekly).Suffused in psychology, uncertainty, and desire, Michael Bazzett's The Interrogation is an unsparingly honest catechism of the self. In the title poem, a speaker—at once questioner and questioned—insistently asks: Who? What? Where? Why? Why our cruelty? Why our loneliness? An...

“My language was born among trees,it holds the taste of earth;my ancestors’ tongue is my home.”—from “The Old Song of the Blood”A legacy of land and language courses through the pages of this spirited bilingual edition, offering an expansive take on the internationally renowned work of Humberto Ak’abal, a K’iche’ Maya poet born in the western highlands of Guatemala.Featuring both Ak’...

A masterful collection of poems rooted in K'iche' Maya culture illustrating all the ways meaning manifests within our world, and how best to behold it."My language was born among trees, / it holds the taste of earth; / my ancestors' tongue is my home." So writes Humberto Ak'abal, a K'iche' Maya poet born in Momostenango, in the western highlands of Guatemala. A legacy of land and language courses through the pages of this spirited collection, offering an expansive ...