"In the first line of The Brother Swimming Beneath Me, his long-awaited and stunning debut collection, Brent Goodman announces: "There is no afterlife." But there is: in poem after poem "the eye plays
At only thirty-seven, Brent Goodman nearly died in the midst of April NaPoWriMo 2009. Spanning three decades, every poem in Far From Sudden radiates out from this bewildering experience.
