Idylls with the meditative ink of a cloistered spirit. Dream visions for a more penitent future. Bread given more often than smiles. A Franciscan bard at last.

-Seth Copeland, EIC of petrichor

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This wonderful crown of sonnets—Caleb Jordan’s Idylls—pries into the witty curiosity of a speaker who understands himself as both shaky and lucky.  In a sequence that peers into oddity with a sharp yet peaceful eye, we pass by and linger over faces, a horse or the corpse of a horse, a door, a pen and paper, a dishwasher’s sounds, a Rose of Sharon preparing to burst forth its blossoms.  The backdrop of seasons surrounds, the wand of the necromancer whispers, the poems sing.  

-Lisa Lewis, author of Taxonomy of the Missing and The Body Double

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What makes a line can be how it echoes the other lines that surround it. In Idylls by Caleb Jordan, we step onto a path of fog talk and bark tea where music is shadow. Jordan does to sequence what light does to pond water. The imagery is precise and the language is both dream and “a white horse with soft hands.” I have  been waiting for Caleb Jordan to write a book and these poems offer us all the water and song we would ever need. 

-Jake Skeets, author of Eyes Bottle Dark with a Mouthful of Flowers

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Caleb Jordan is a poet from Oklahoma. He has a PhD in Creative Writing from Oklahoma State University, and spends his free time as all Oklahomans do (searching for evidence of the existence of Bigfoot and other “cryptids”).

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