[Pulsing] with images of beginnings and endings, leaving and arriving. Wehrenberg has a talent for letting lines dance and vibrate with surface musicality. They write, ‘in a dream / my children are falcons / perched on my shoulders / then they are just / my shoulders.’
Wehrenberg’s poem is full of the thick time of political urgency (“at the protest we block intersections with our bodies/ iterating the names of other bodies taken from this world / via county approved and supported arms”) and the odd tempos of “a society where you don’t have to / speak or interact with anyone / to acquire sustenance.” Full of the desire to go back in time, the desire to speed toward the future, Wehrenberg insists on a loving attention to the present, the place where two people can hold hands. “i’ve been meaning / to say this in a poem,” they write, suggesting, maybe, that poems may have their own special relation to knowledge, memory, history, time: “this is real // you are here / in this now.”
RAIN TAXI REVIEW OF BOOKS
[Wehrenberg’s] poetry is very grounded in nature, reflecting on how each element of the world interacts. Some of their poems are centered around the several years they lived in Kent, using the Cuyahoga River as the driving force of these pieces.
WICK POETRY CENTER, KENT STATE UNIVERSITY