Doubinsky’s new collection has more anticipation than the blooming of a Corpse Plant. A profound masterpiece in simplest text, growing in a garden of words—just waiting to bloom and speak its wisdom. ” Seb Doubinsky’s THE WORD FOR POETRY IS POETRY is a series of small poems inhabited by the ghosts of Basho, Burroughs, Heraclitus and Roque Dalton. There aren’t that many writers haunted by all of those dudes, but Doubinsky is. These poems are playful like koans, bossy like Rilke’s letters, and beautiful like haiku. This is a singular reading experience whose deceptive simplicity forces you to rethink the Big Questions.” — Matthew Rohrer