"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