Cold Storage

The poems in Cold Storage are revelations in the fullest sense, uncovering a world at once familiar and rendered new again in resplendent, transformative detail: a halo on the threshing floor, a drop of water on the skin, the nearing dark. Keith Althaus is a poet who walks by the shadow yet thrills with his illuminations, producing lanterns from yucca blossoms, a last breath, or " a plain hospital gown." Here, light is what surrounds a painting or frames a closed door, saturating both the landscape and the interior of the self until " even darkness glows." With spare language and a painter's eye, Althaus delivers poems that are intimate yet gorgeous, effortless yet intricate. This book marks the stunning return of one of America's pure voices in poetry-- and we are grateful for the light he has cast.