WHAT PEOPLE
​HAVE SAID

"Maggie Glover's collection is so casually brilliant I felt I could hear a pin drop in my mind as I read it.  I wanted to hold my breath, waiting for the next lightning-quick epiphany in the quiet rooms of these poems.  This is work that surprises as it sings, poems by a real poet, whose wildly imaginative leaps are matched only by her earthy compassions, and her love of our language, which she brings to us refreshed in this wonderful work."

 LAURA KASISCHKE, 2012 NATIONAL BOOK CRITICS CIRCLE AWARD FOR POETRY

"How I Went Red is a sparkling debut.  Maggie Glover writes with a voice and a mind to pay attention to.  From bluesy poems of solitude and sorrow, where “I perfected my skills of isolation,” to sociable, jazzy poems that hasten with a “frisky swish,” she commands a range of tones within a broad contemporary idiom.  In one poem we shimmy with Raspberritinis and “jiggish bones”; in another we’re vogueing among “leather-broads”; elsewhere we’re struck with the sober, imagistic precision of “a loop of blood at the ankle.”  And what an impressive array of forms from slender free-verse stanzas to poems in columns, sections, fractures, and prose.  How I Went Red is packed full of life and the living language—witty, sexy, soulful, and open equally to hurt and kindness, pizzazz and powerful sympathy.                 

David Baker, Editor of The Kenyon Review

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“Maggie Glover’s poems are full of fresh talk, the surprises of language natural and cadences true. Their emotional impact is a result of lived distinctions of image and feeling, but more than an adding up, something exponential―and no ‘dark forgeries.’ Not one.” 

- Carol Frost, author of 20+
​poetry collections, Founder & director of the Catskill Poetry Workshop 

With nods to Carl Jung and Anne of Green Gables, Maggie Glover sets off into uncharted territory in this impressive debut. These poems acknowledge the hard facts: guilt is one thing, regret another; most problems are of our own making; “a nightmare is just// a memory, opening up.” Adding with to the heartbreak, Glover surveys the terrain—mothers and fathers, ghosts and hollers, strangers and “instant friends”—and forges ahead, taking us with her, pointing out the “first hurts” along the way, and offering her condolences and consolations."
​-Mary Ann Samyn
​Author of MY LIFE IN HEAVEN, WINNER OF 2012 FIELD Poetry Prize
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