The Sky Is a Sky in the Sky on the Seaboard Review!

 I was so pleased to receive this close reading of The Sky Is a Sky in the Sky on The Seaboard Review of Books, by Michael Greenstein.

He begins:

To read Stuart Ross’s poetry is to have the rug pulled pleasurably from under your feet. “Last Poem” ends accordingly: “I am a biped. Each foot that punctuates each leg holds a shoe. These are my last shoes. I will have no future shoes. I look up from my untied laces. I say something aloud but don’t understand a word. I debate which direction to run, but, dearest, what’s a direction?” Looking up from his laces towards the sky, and collapsing tenses and footwork, Ross questions directions at every turn. Or the experience may be closer to slipping on a banana peel where the peel becomes a cushioning envelope to accept and insulate the poet’s skin; or the peel serves as a casket to wrap around the human skeleton. “This is the last poem. I’m jogging alongside it, writing as fast as I can, but each time I stop to read what I’ve written, I can’t read my goddamn handwriting.” The biped baffles and is baffled.

Over and out.