Wright shrinks back from nothing.--The Village Voice

Wright belongs to a school of exactly one.--The New York Times Book Review

Wright has found a way to wed fragments of an iconic America to a luminously strange idiom, eerie as a tin whistle.--The New Yorker

C.D. Wright is one of America's oddest, best, and most appealing poets.--Publishers Weekly

A companion to her astonishing collection of prose Cooling Time, C.D. Wright argues for poetry as a way of being and seeing, and calls it the one arena where I am not inclined to crank up the fog machine. Wright's passion for the genre is pure inspiration, and in her hands the answer to the question of poetry is poetry.

From In a Word:

I love the nouns of a time in a place, where a sack once was a poke and native skag was junk glass not junk and junk was just junk not smack and smack entailed eating with your mouth open, and an Egyptian one-eye was an egg, sunny side up, and a nation sack was a flannel amulet, worn only by women, to be touched only by women, especially around Memphis. Red sacks for love and green for money...

C.D. Wright's most recent volume, One With Others, was a National Book Award finalist. Among her many honors are the Griffin Poetry Prize and a MacArthur Fellowship. She teaches at Brown University and lives outside of Providence, Rhode Island.