“If you have ever been lost in a city, which is to say alive in a body, you know exactly how bewildering life can feel. Charleen McClure’s debut collection, d-sorientation, elicits an analogous sensation as unsettling as it is compelling. To quote the last line of McClure’s penultimate poem, ‘I hear a storm.’ Dear readers, take cover.” — Nicole Sealey, author of The Ferguson Report: An Erasure

“Charleen McClure’s debut collection is radiant and searing. d-sorientation is an offering of ferocious beauty and relentless clarity. On these pages are tangible tendernesses woven through raging storms; writing miraculously from the eye, from the center of a howl is McClure, ancient-voiced, rooted, steady.” — Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie, author of Strut

“Throughout d-sorientation, McClure takes up the wondrous, painstaking and radical work of being in ongoingly deep relation with another through life and death, both vexed and free of the thresholds. It is so moving then that the final poem of d-orientation, ‘Transfiguration,’ is a series of unstopped, open lines. Sustained note(s) of a seriously steadfast and unending music, blessed are we to begin to know it.”—Aracelis Girmay, Whiting Award winner, from the Foreword