Zachery’s poems featured in this issue are selected from his recently completed manuscript, Each Shadow Has Color — to be printed and bound this week. In his humble approach to friendship, O’Hara-contexts, and coy observations, Zach’s beautiful language reads effortlessly. On the contrary, he rallies his strength in editing. Zach admitted to working on his five-part piece Landscapes every day for over a month.
His impressive role as a poet is striking and so very respectable. His control over coordinates of words, symmetrical assonance, and breath marks ( ‘ ), give his poetry an experimental flare — his poems always fresh, always alive. In this California moment, we are lucky to have the dialectic of a poet like Zachery, living and documenting today.