All I Have Learned Is Where I Have Been, Joe Fiorito's second
collection, establishes him as the preeminent chronicler of people in
extremis. Drawing on the precison and unsentimentality that have become
hallmarks of his poetry, Fiorito creates uncompromising mini-narratives
about addiction, failed rehabs, incarceration, demeaning jobs, and
homelessness; much of it derived from nearly two decades spent as a
newspaper columnist covering daily life on Toronto's streets. In poem
after poem, Fiorito's exact word choices, cold-eyed details, and crisp
internal rhymes mete out moments both beautiful and harrowing: "her
little finger curls a bit/she cut a tendon when she slit/ her wrist;
she'd clenched/ her fist."