Funny, mischievous, always one step ahead of the reader, Nicholas Laughlin’s work continues to be an endearing challenge. There’s never only one way to think about a thing—and sometimes thinking is the least useful thing you can do. Let the poems enter however they can: osmosis, inhalation, intravenously. You’ll feel them quick. You’ll feel them quicken.
Enemy Luck reminds us why we love poetry in the first place. It’s about playing with language the way light plays on paint to create something you didn’t know was there to be seen.
