This collection seems to have been written with vaporthe unseen made visible through James Siegels intuitive eye. The poems also form an elegy of place, Ohio. Personal phantoms populate this physical and metaphysical locus. Haunted by history and its ruins, the poet deciphers [t]hat fur-covered / folklore crawling out from under the skin. Recasting stanzas into incantations, Siegel conjures memories that brush the sides of your face, / rest in the tangles of your hair. Finally, ghosts become the Holy Ghost, with a congregation of wings, with the rattle of the rosary. Angelic presences reify the ineffable. And from that perspective, the poet shows the reader how the vault of the stars unlocks.
Dean Kostos, author of This Is Not a Skyscraper and Rivering
How Ghosts Travel is James Siegels beautifully-atmospheric explication of his past, which here is ever-present. His voice, though casual and colloquial at times, is always tuned to the lyrical as he resurrects his childhood and young adulthood in industrial and small-town Ohio in poems scarred with heartbreak and loss. But what is perhaps most impressive about this debut collection is the sheer number of poems that remain vibrantly in mind long after theyre read, among them Fishing Photo, Circa 1984, Boy Scout Blue, Massillon, Flatlands, The Road, and Serpent Mound, one of the most skillful love poems Ive encountered. This is a book well worth the price of admission.
Myrna Stone, author of In The Present Tense: Portraits of My Fatherand The Casanova Chronicles
In?How Ghosts Travel,?James J. Siegel tells us you may leave behind your landscapes but not without warning we cannot expect the past to just stop talking. This collection channels that past,?using crumbling maps, a oujia board, even the bones of an ancient civilization unearthed where a parking lot was supposed to be to?revisit the charged particlel~