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In her ninth collection of poetry, Andrea Cohen returns with her patent precision, wry wisdom and all-encompassing lyrics, where each image seems both small and mammoth, able to identify magic in the mundane and to see beyond it to the broader picture. Perhaps the great irony of Andrea Cohen’s work is that the economy of her poems, their spare construction, is what makes them capacious enough to hold the magnitude of this fundamental paradox. Life is too severe to sugarcoat, and yet, in the end, we crave the complex flavor of this particular mess, the singular experience of its bite and sweetness. Our bodies are brief windows through which we can experience the world, and, in Sugar, Cohen reminds us that we find wonder in what we cannot fathom precisely because we cannot control it. These poems enjoin us to make of our lives a spectacular place for love to retire, for evening to come, for the aftertaste of dark honey to linger.