Panic Attack, USA

These poems are as obsessively inventive as a stalker, as hurt as a pony with a knife in its soul, as surprising as a forest fire in your mouth, as fixated on actual love and the notion of love and the loss of love as I hope never to be, though if I am, this will be the book I should have written, in the future when it's not possible to write this book because Nate Slawson did, when I will turn to it to understand how I should have screamed and lauded when I had the chance.— Bob HicokThank the poetry gods that there is someone like Nate Slawson in this otherwise neutered world. Thank the poetry gods that Nate Slawson writes with a hard-on. When I picture in my head what the speakers in these poems look like, this is what I come up a man naked on a pogo stick hopping down the street. This is a man, in other words, who lets everything hang out. This is a man who is not afraid or ashamed to tell it like is. Christ if I don’t wish there were more people like this, and especially more poets like this.— from the foreword by Peter MarkusNate Slawson's Panic Attack, USA invents new ways to astonish and excite, to probe the core of desire, love, and loss in ways that are unexpected and dazzling. The language of these remarkable poems is taut, sinewy, and seductive. These poems are irresistible, and impossible not to love. They will circle your house at 3:00 am. They will peer into your windows, and slip notes under your door begging you to come back. You will, again and again.— Patty Paine