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Nighthawks by Katherine Hastings reviewed by David Seter.

Bursting from a railway tunnel into daylight I’ve often been shocked into the brightness of living. Trees seem leafier. Coffee shops beckon.

Katherine Hastings takes the reader along for such a ride in her second collection Nighthawks. The journey progresses from New York City to Hastings’ home turf of Sonoma County, California, with stops along the way.

A critic shaking off the dust of library stacks might be tempted to call Hastings a poet’s poet. After all, the collection’s first poem “Central Park Zoo” begins “Dear Garcia Lorca” and concludes not much has changed since the poet’s visit to New York City in 1929. While a student at Columbia University, Lorca witnessed first-hand Black Tuesday, the stock market crash.

In Hastings’ poem a llama paces its enclosure in the zoo with “no one to speak llama to.” A woman sits on a bank’s doorstep as if caged: “Only her tiny claw / with its sleeping cup of coins showed.” The woman’s frailty is such that Hastings wishes for the suffering to end and she apologizes to Lorca for that very thought.

Hastings explores the subject of grief from many angles, including a series of poems in memory of the victims of the Sandy Hook mass shooting.

But where she becomes most accessible—the people’s poet—is in her treatment of how cancer diagnosis impacts relationships.

In the poem “Perseid from a Park Bench”, two partners carry on a conversation while a meteor shower rains down. Wishing on falling stars may seem child’s play, but here it’s serious business:

Meteor Meteor

Did you make a wish?

We humans do this,
place hope on a ball of dust
passing through a comet’s tail

The reader is given breathing room in the poem’s constructed space to consider what’s important, what’s dross. Yet the symbols here appear essential to the mood of vulnerability: turkey vultures circle the house; a wild turkey separated from its flock calls out from the roof; and a silver maple tree spears not only the roof but the stars. The tree ultimately must be felled, but the wish endures: for the partner, good health.

In any café or journey through darkness, the poetry of Katherine Hastings provides good companionship. In Nighthawks she handles grief gently, using open phrasing to avoid cliché while coming close to saying the unsayable. In this, I’m reminded of Philip Larkin’s poem (The Trees) in which: “The trees are coming into leaf / Like something almost being said.”

Although the silver maple in Hastings’ work does not survive, in the manner of language it throws down its challenge. Its dead spears were once buds. But the space left behind is not empty, and the night not so impenetrable, because Katherine Hastings has given us the power to occupy that space called grief, by giving us the wings of a nighthawk feathered with the fire of living.

Published in Cider Press ReviewVolume 17, Issue 1.

Educated as a civil engineer, Dave Seter writes about social and environmental issues, including the intersection of the built world and natural world.

His poetry is informed by his career in environmental enforcement geared toward protecting drinking water and helping to heal the scars of mineral extraction in the Western United States.

His poems have won the KNOCK Ecolit Prize, received third place in the William Matthews competition, and received honorable mention in the Paterson Literary Review’s Allen Ginsberg competition.

He is the recipient of two Pushcart nominations. He has been an Affiliate Artist at the Headlands Center for the Arts, and has served on the Board of Directors of Marin Poetry Center.

He earned his undergraduate degree in civil engineering from Princeton University and his graduate degree in humanities from Dominican University of California. Born in Chicago, he now lives in Sonoma County, California.

His first poetry collection “Don’t Sing to Me of Electric Fences” was recently published by Cherry Grove Collections.

Dave has been published in two Write Spot anthologies: “The Write Spot: Healing” and “The Write Spot: Musings and Ravings From a Pandemic Year.”

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