(Moonstone Press, 2018)
In what is one of many poignant haiku in Sean Lynch’s new collection, he touches poet Nick Virgilio’s gravestone and writes “…sap sticks to my fingertips.” Virgilio’s city grit sticks too, as Sean shows us in his own haiku: the kiss of “…scab riddled junkies,” a fearful inbred dog, along with a shaking veteran at the brink of a chasm only he can see. Lynch, inspired as well, by Virgilio’s haiku dealing with his brother’s death in Viet Nam, writes eloquently about the recent loss of his mother. In Lynch’s book, nature, as it does in Virgilio’s work, helps balance the grit and loss.
And through everything in Sean’s book, runs the image of water, whether it is the river as it is “…fed from the blooming sky,” or the marsh that’s struck with “gold fire,” or, finally, something as simple as a small pond on a Camden street. The water, as Sean so wonderfully puts it, “…holds us…” and promises as does this book, a kind of redemption through poetry.
-Rocky Wilson, Puppet Laureate of Camden, NJ
Broad Street Line, or Where it’s Intended That You Should Perish – Political Poems
(Moonstone Press, 2016)
the city of your mind
(Whirlwind Press, 2013)
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” ‘Grace is the will to turn and fight against the onslaught when all else seems lost.’ So says poet, Sean Lynch, in his debut collection of verse. To enter the city of your mind is to bear witness to the beautiful and the desolate. One hopes this youthful witness -this elder soul- will endure to sing and sing and sing for centuries.” -Lamont b. Steptoe, American Book Award Winner
“Sean Lynch brings us poems from a Sacrifice Zone that are at once clear-eyed & visionary. Rhizomatic poems of place chart the shifting conditions of urban space, in all their terrors and possibility. ‘This is not an allegory. This is reality.’ ” -Frank Sherlock, Poet Laureate of Philadelphia, PA
“This book is marvelous! At the top of Camden City Hall is Whitman’s line ‘I dream a city invincible.’ Oh it’s vincible all right, and Sean Lynch carves the true city with a knife in the leg. Hobble home on that, and stand before the oncoming train unsure if you’re still alive.” -CA Conrad
“In the city that informs Sean Lynch’s poems, innocence has been mugged by disillusion, which makes for innocence with a sharper eye and ear and tongue, and gives Lynch’s verse what Marianne Moore sought in hers, ‘the natural uneven flow of conversation.’ How else could Action News, a TD Bank, and a Big Belly Solar Compactor, in a poem called, ‘On a Corner of the French Quarter,’ combine to transform, ‘insignificance on/ the corner of 18th and Walnut,’ into something not so insignificant at all?” -Frank Wilson, Book Review Editor, Philadelphia Inquirer