Darla Himeles

Flesh Enough Darla Himeles

Poetry. Look at Darla Himeles, there on the razor's edge of survival as a Jew, note-taker of past and future extinctions, a poet fearless of science, unafraid of love or laughter. Listen as she sings love songs to the cephalopod dead, the manatees' eyes 'cataracted by microplastics, ' and the Colorado that 'forgets it's a river.' Smile as she imagines T. S. Eliot becoming a blue crab. Meditate with her on our own eyes, possible 'reservoirs of the Anthropocene's / last sunlit hours.' Himeles helps us know our place as specks of a star, kin to all animals, in poems that dance with the pleasure of language. --Alicia Ostriker