Trickster opens with a crank call to the reader: "How was I to know / You were thin, your garden / Was covered in smoke / That you sat in your house / Coughing?" Over the course of these beautiful and eerily accomplished poems, Potts's reader is taken on a journey that is at once time-scarred and resolutely contemporary, earthy and haunted, moving from estrangement to reconciliation. Amidst a deepening sense of crisis, the Trickster of Potts's imagination emerges as aggressor, prankster, victim, and healer, forging resilient music from the afflictions of the mind's "infested nest."Trickster ve |