Catherine Carter's poems are Big Dipper fishhooks. Enter unguarded a subject such as a hornets' nest, an outhouse, a Sunday afternoon, and then--something else happens, or becomes visible. "This is us," it turns out, "mortal minerals in the brief era of stars, this is it.--Sarah Lindsay, author of Debt to the Bone-Eating Snotflower
I've been an admirer of Catherine Carter's poetry for over a decade, but this collection achieves a whole new level with its craft, vision, and urgency. Larvae of the Nearest Stars makes clear that she is one of our country's finest poets, and her book deserves a place on the same shelf as collections by Mary Oliver and Wendell Berry. 'I will not cease telling, ' Carter tells us in the final poem. May it long be so.--Ron Rash, PEN/Faulkner Award finalist and New York Times-bestselling author of Serena