Abigail Chabitnoy

“In Dark Traffic especially, Kane sets a scene through her command of pacing and sonic dissonance. If consolation is ‘the small gesture of sound,’ Kane writes defiantly into the wind, the howl, and the dive, weaving both reckoning and conjuring while invoking historical violences not yet redressed. Adam named the world and it was so. And Alice listened. But the world invoked in these poems is older; the names, forgotten and erased, are herein returned by poet, daughter, mother.”