Mayakovsky's Revolver is a collection of poems of loss and hope. Matthew Dickman exhbits a passion for life and an ecstatic poetic voice in the tradition of Walt Whitman, a high-wire act given that the book was written in part as a tribute to his recently deceased brother. The poems simply feel vital and energetic in the face of grief. Take a look at the first poem in the collection-- works like these enrich the soul.
I keep thinking about the way blackberries will make the mouth of an eight year old look like he's a ghost that's been shot in the face. In the dark I can see my older brother walking through the tall brush of his brain. I can see him standing in the lobby of the hotel, alone, crying along with the ice machine.