“No one writes prose poems like David Keplinger. He is one of a kind. Sui generis. But what does it mean? For me, it means that his imagination walks hand in hand with his sentences’ music. He has an amazing sense of subtext—what is unsaid, in these pages, is perhaps even more important than what is said. He is a poet who takes the likes of Cortázar, Calvino, and company and makes them waltz, not because he borrows from them but because he extends the conversation, brings it into our moment. Sui generis, indeed.” — Ilya Kaminsky