Eon

Eon is haunted by death so alive and busy we need to be called back—by sex, by love, by the task at hand—from realms of ghosts to the world of the living. It begins with the broken and bereaved, moves through elegy, and brings us at last to the miracle of ordinary life and the beloved. Come along for the ride. ~Robert Archambeau

Hummer’s Eon shows he’s a master not just of form, these painstaking precise enjambments, but of attention to the past, which is really a reluctance to say goodbye to the world. There’s a construction of his subjects: murder, love, elegies for artists, writers, musicians, and family; but also the falling apart of these subjects. They’re poems that push the finger into the wound, the transient nature of life and death, the thing about which we can know nothing. These poems tell me: we’re here for now, maybe not for long, but the beauty in a poem that shows what a spirit is like can be here perhaps forever. ~Sean Singer