In his newest poetry collection, Here Comes the Nightdust, multi-linguist poet, fiction writer, translator, editor and artist Marc Vincenz brings us far beyond the Pillars of Hercules. Part travelogue, part love song, part meditative reflection, Vincenz takes us on a profound journey of inner and outer space. These ambitious poems move with equal ease through Icelandic mist and through the crowded backstreets of Uttar Pradesh, under the Arc de Triomphe to commiserate with an aging Postmodernist, climbing rose trellises in Como with a young lover and even into the Kingdom of the “Smallest Common Denominator.” Here Comes the Nightdust traverses a complex webwork of myth and allusion, and yet the language always remains heartfelt and direct. The alluded-to “Nightdust” itself may be an emanation, a unique and magical element that accompanies us to our next destination, toward our next evolution, threading us through the narrowest eye of a needle into the gyre of the creative impulse.

In his newest poetry collection, Here Comes the Nightdust, multi-linguist poet, fiction writer, translator, editor and artist Marc Vincenz brings us far beyond the Pillars of Hercules. Part travelogue, part love song, part meditative reflection, Vincenz takes us on a profound journey of inner and outer space. These ambitious poems move with equal ease through Icelandic mist and through the crowded backstreets of Uttar Pradesh, under the Arc de Triomphe to commiserate with an aging Postmodernist, climbing rose trellises in Como with a young lover and even into the Kingdom of the “Smallest Common Denominator.” Here Comes the Nightdust traverses a complex webwork of myth and allusion, and yet the language always remains heartfelt and direct. The alluded-to “Nightdust” itself may be an emanation, a unique and magical element that accompanies us to our next destination, toward our next evolution, threading us through the narrowest eye of a needle into the gyre of the creative impulse.