The way Dalton Day can make a poem feel more like a memory of something I’ve never experienced, or the way he can turn a cloud into a book of poems, is heroic.
Day writes joyously. He is passionate even when discussing the most commonplace things. He doesn’t just love the you in these poems, he loves the you who is reading them…
Dalton’s words are the kind of wonder I hope I never get used to and this book is the kind of magic you never knew you needed.
At a time when writers are praised for being raw in a sense that means they are being open about their darkness, something lovely comes from a writer revelling in their own light.