Rain Mountain Press
Review by: g emil reutter
If the sound of rain were translated into language, Edgar Cage is the guy who can do it. Cage is a minimalist who envelopes the reader in images from the opening stanza, “Broken payphone/a man without change/ working inside a snowflake.” A sense of hopelessness, a breakdown in communication yet restores hope in the fresh image of working inside a snowflake.
Cage travels to scarred rivers, empty streets to a never ending stream of rain and cockroaches, crickets and leaves, crooked lines and ants, of talking to cicadas. He writes of the winter gaze of a window sill, of knowing how he lost mountains and where they go. Cage brings us to the fifth chamber of a lake, “a snail drags away/ the muffled sobs of someone/ who wants all water to die.”
Cities Hidden by Rain is a solid read of transcendent poems written in a minimalist style woven with fresh imagery that never fail to surprise.
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