About the book
This book’s title begins a common Roman epitaph: “Stop, traveler; what you are, I once was; what I am, you soon will be.” These poems are spoken by someone already dead, in the moments just after the apocalypse. On the last page, Oblivion answers.
“Smart, witty, and wonderfully strange.” (Time Out New York)… “Grim, desperate, and funny.” (The Village Voice)… “Terrific, fearless, and deeply moving.” (The Colorado Review)… “An intimately personal work of immensely mythic proportions.” (Rain Taxi)… “These poems are permanent. There is only confidence.” (Valparaiso Poetry Review)… “One of our most exciting young poets.” (New South)