In this debut collection, Dave Lucas turns and returns to Cleveland, where he was raised. The weather of these poems arises from both the lush light of the natural world and the hard rain of industry. Poem by poem, the book surveys the majesty and ruin of landscape and lakefront, paying tribute to the shifting seasons of a city, of a terrain, and of those who dwell there.
About the Author
Dave Lucas was born in Cleveland, Ohio. He is the recipient of a Henry Hoyns Fellowship from the University of Virginia and a "Discovery"/"The Nation" Prize, and his poems have appeared in many journals including "Paris Review," "Poetry," and "Slate." He lives in Cleveland and Ann Arbor, where he is a PhD candidate in English language and literature at the University of Michigan.
"This book springs fully formed, conceived under the water sign of Lake Erie, the fire sign of comets and fireflies, the steel sign of midwestern cities and suburbs. In Weather, Dave Lucas gives us the living, breathing world. This is a memorable, accomplished debut."—Beth Ann Fennelly, author of Unmentionables
"Horatian in its great good humor and its sympathies, romantic in its love of place, and postmodern in its vision of human value in an indifferent universe, Weather is a masterful debut collection. Dave Lucas recognizes, as few poets do, no matter what their age, that praise and lament are different facets of attachment and that mourning often is the deepest form of celebration."—Alan Shapiro, author of The Dead Alive and Busy
“This could only be written by a hometown boy who believes equally in the powers of his town and of his culture to bring about transformation . . . A lovely, promising and powerful first book, even more so for readers who know its landscape.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer
"Lucas' eloquent metaphors and strong imagery create a sense of romanticism, passion and mystery about the place we call home and show how deeply it has rooted itself in him."--Cleveland Magazine
“A counterpoint of natural awe and poignant reminiscence presented in Lucas’s lyrical language keeps the collection’s climate from becoming inhospitable. . . .The poems of Weather have been polished, and I expect they will shine for quite a long time.”—Karen Pickell, Flycatcher