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Hello, Downtown Miami. Hello, sugar cane juice, empanadas, parks , palm trees, art deco and friendly, friendly people totally up for reading poems. We brought Damian Rogers to the folks of downtown Miami. Rogers is originally from the Detroit suburbs, but currently lives in Toronto. While we definitely want to keep her among us in Canada, America does figure strongly in her work. Rogers’ poems present distressed landscapes shot through with moments of rock n’roll intensity. So readable though, and so pleasurable—as Kevin Connolly once noted, “It’s rare to find a young poet so deeply invested in both her own experience and the reader’s pleasure.” Rogers’ debut collection, entitled Paper Radio, goes well with a beer and a summer afternoon, a winter night and your cat, the back of a van, a corner booth in a grungy bar, a streetcar, or a Sunday morning in bed; this is a book for anyone and anywhere, and is utterly, infinitely enjoyable.

Hard Water

 

I’m beginning to think God
is a cold pool in Tucson
surrounded by red doors.

 

Send me a signal, my body
an underwater antenna
tuned to a black line of tile.

 

Send me a sign: a coyote
in the courtyard, or three flying
objects leapfrogging the moon.

 

I swim in the dark
and the night
rings nine chimes.

 

The space between the water
and my skin is the distance
separating me from you.