Lures

“Adam Vines is a rare find—an avid fisherman, he’s a poet with a penchant for sonic texture, orchestrating music from a workingman’s palette of plumb lines and trowels, lures and bait twitching on the trotline. Up from red Alabama clay, these are poems you’d least expect together—ekphrastic responses to Bosch alongside tender (and often hilarious) epistles to a young daughter; wordplay romps alongside elegies for a magic-making uncle with ‘his liver gone, his gut give up.’ Under it all is an abiding attention, the kind that evokes the nests of dirt dauber wasps as ‘organ pipes upon the eaves,’ the tongue of a trapped rat snake as ‘a Bible’s ribbon,’ mourning doves with ‘swollen breasts,’ ‘whinnying / on wires.’ By turns elegant and salt-of-the-earth, gorgeously elevated and shit-talking vernacular, here is a collection wrought by a man who knows exactly how to use the tools of both the hand and mind to make words sing.”

~Nickole Brown, author of Sister

“Masterful but always charming, the poems of Adam Vines’s Lures are poems on the water—with a landscape of loss and bounty and an art of patience and discovery. Vines gives us love poems and elegies attuned to a natural world that refuses to offer up the old consolations, but instead shows a vision—shimmering and alive—just beneath the surface.”

~Richie Hofmann, author of Second Empire

"Reading the work of Adam Vines I am reminded of Robert Frost’s admonition about the need of being versed in country things. To be so versed is to possess a knowledge that comes from experience. Vines passes along his knowledge and experience, from fishing to parenthood to the art of the elegy, in poetry of a high order." ~Mark Jarman, author of Dailiness and The Heronry