“Nicholson tarries with what remains of the ancient lineaments—discipline, devotion, works of corporal mercy—perhaps still seeking what Dante was after: the scraps that fall from the plates of the angels.” —David Brazil, Colorado Review

Deadpan, heartfelt and everything in between, Sara Nicholson poetry is a reluctant mystic who can both make us laugh and point us toward magical truths within a single poem. Her third collection of poems, April, is filled with the perverse and the sacred, whether the subject is art, love or sex, or whether it is ancient or contemporary. Nicholson's interests are timeless, and by the end of April, the reader may be convinced that they've brushed up against a somewhat strange and singular poet who is inventing a new way of seeing specifically for them.Sara Nicholson is the author of What the Lyric Is and The Living Method, both from The Song Cave. She lives in Boise, Idaho.

“Nicholson tarries with what remains of the ancient lineaments—discipline, devotion, works of corporal mercy—perhaps still seeking what Dante was after: the scraps that fall from the plates of the angels.” —David Brazil, Colorado Review

Deadpan, heartfelt and everything in between, Sara Nicholson poetry is a reluctant mystic who can both make us laugh and point us toward magical truths within a single poem. Her third collection of poems, April, is filled with the perverse and the sacred, whether the subject is art, love or sex, or whether it is ancient or contemporary. Nicholson's interests are timeless, and by the end of April, the reader may be convinced that they've brushed up against a somewhat strange and singular poet who is inventing a new way of seeing specifically for them.Sara Nicholson is the author of What the Lyric Is and The Living Method, both from The Song Cave. She lives in Boise, Idaho.