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 Broad Street Line, or Where it’s Intended That You Should Perish – Political Poems 

(Moonstone Press, 2016, $5.00)

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“Open-hearted and angry in equal measure is a way to describe the poems in Broad Street Line. There is an eloquence, too, that only those two emotions, worked in tandem, can conjure. You can hear the infrastructure rusting in these accounts of Philadelphia north and south. You can feel bleach eating its way under the calluses of the dishwasher’s hands. Poverty is the central fact. ‘Why/I don’t/belong here/because no one does.’ Such is the deeper level of meaning that this poetry offers.” -Jim Cory, MacDowell and Yaddo Fellow
“Sean Lynch cuts a line through Philly, a line from way back, from just underground, ‘like nothing happened,’ a line from Etheridge Knight to right now, your tired desire, which is political. This line is both afterword and preface to a stampede. It will make you walk it off, the cop in your ear, the storm in your heart which is the history of empire. Do yourself a favor: read up and read often.” – Ryan Eckes, 2016 Pew Fellow

41bgiiixxll-_sy344_bo1204203200_ the city of your mind

(Whirlwind Press, 2013, $10.00)

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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

 

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