Intense and intimate, the poems in Amy M. Clark's splendid second
collection, Roundabout, plunge us into a cherished, safe microcosm of
two (a mother and a son) that is perpetually threatened, if not by
school violence, then by the violence of seemingly safe streets
populated by children in parkas and runners in crosswalks. The
terrifying ambivalence of American life, with its combination of
privilege and love underpinned by specters of fear and abuse, manifests
in every page of Roundabout--all balanced by Clark's near-miraculous
craft. No surprise this poet is also a dancer--the triolets that
structure each section almost dance off the page. It's hope for new
relationships and a boy's learning that lift up Clark's voice and make
Roundabout a prism for a modern woman's modern life. --Molly Peacock