“The talismanic haunts the domestic in Kevin Prufer’s Strange Wood. I find myself surprised at each turning. These poems are seductive, ominous, moving, at times funny, at times riddling, casting always forth beyond the known.” —Eric Pankey, author of The Late Romances

Strange Wood contains verse remarkable for its fearless insight. The first poems in this lush, lyrical collection are populated with infants and adolescents, while the middle section gives way to bewildered, misguided adults, who are futilely attempting to understand and conquer the myriad difficulties of modern life. The last poems are concerned with deaths — in the family, in history, and in the abstract. In this astounding debut, Prufer reminds us of the fragility of life in a world where “everything’s / the chance for flying / failing somehow,” and loss is the hardest truth of all—“the body blooms, unfolding / then is gone.”