An anthology edited by acclaimed poets Kaveh Akbar and Paige Lewis. In 1997, Sarabande published Last Call, a poetry anthology that became a formative text on the lived experiences of addiction. Now, more than twenty-five years later, editors Kaveh Akbar and Paige Lewis offer this companion volume for a new generation. Another Last Call: Poems on Addiction & Deliverance showcases work from poets like Joy Harjo, Afaa M. Weaver, Diane Seuss, Layli Long Soldier, Sharon Olds, Jericho Brown, Ada Limón, and Ocean Vuong, as well as many new and powerful voices. Contributors: Samuel Ace, Chase Berggrun, Sherwin Bitsui, Sophie Cabot Black, Jericho Brown, Anthony Ceballos, Marianne Chan, Jos Charles, Brendan Constantine, Cynthia Cruz, Steven Espada Dawson, Megan Denton Ray, Martín Espada, Megan Fernandes, Sarah Gorham, Joy Harjo, Mary Karr, Sophie Klahr, Michael Klein, Dana Levin, Ada Limón, Zach Linge, Layli Long Soldier, Sharon Olds, Airea Dee Matthews, Joshua Mehigan, Tomás Q. Morín, Erin Noehrem, Joy Priest, Dana Roeser, sam sax, Diane Seuss, Natalie Shapero, Katie Jean Shinkle, Jeffrey Skinner, Bernardo Wade, Afaa M. Weaver, The Cyborg Jillian Weise, Phillip B. Williams, Ocean Vuong

"Must-Read Poetry: October 2019" by Nick Ripatrazone, The Millions “Best Books of 2019,” Book Riot This astonishing, self-assured debut leads us on an exploration to the stars and back, begging us to reconsider our boundaries of self, time, space, and knowledge. The speaker writes, “…the universe/is an arrow/without end/and it asks only one question;/How dare you?” Zig-zagging through the realms of nature, science, and religion, one finds St. Francis sighing in the corner of a studio apartment, tides that are caused by millions of oysters “gasping in unison,” an ark filled with women in its stables, and prayers that reach God fastest by balloon. There’s pathos: “When my new lover tells me I’m correct to love him, I/realize the sound isn’t metal at all. It’s not the coins rattling/ on concrete, but the fingers scraping to pick them up.” And humor, too: “…even the sun’s been sighing Not you again/when it sees me.” After reading this far-reaching, inventive collection, we too are startled, space struck, our pockets gloriously “filled with space dust.” "Online, month by month, I watched it happen: a new genre of poem was emerging, but I had no clue who was responsible. These brainy poems didn't wait to spout off trivia, historical and scientific—'Pavlov Was the Son of a Priest' (a characteristically quotable title) recalls that 'the moon smells like spent gunpowder,' then divulges some smoldering self-knowledge: 'I'm sorry/I couldn't hide my joy when you said lonely.' . . . [T]hese poems were fluent in funniness, retweetably jokey: 'I'm//the vice president of panic, and the president is/missing.' But once the play subsided, you found yourself moved—unaccountably, almost, until you discovered, reading back up the poem, that even the zaniest elements had several parts to play. What looked like a genre, I soon realized, was all the handiwork of one poet. Their name is Paige Lewis. . . . Don't doubt them."-—Christopher Spaide, Poetry

Waiting to die isn't an easy thing to do especially without any possible chance or hope for a cure for the kind of cancer that Kathryn was diagnosed with and the very same that claimed her mother and grandmother as well. When she is stricken with a painful memory of a time when her life and those of her closest friends changed, she decides to relive it. And even though her best friend and a little girl battling Leukemia, which she has taken under her wing, believe a miracle may still happen; Kathryn knows the bitter truth. That her time is running out but not before she has the chance to tell her tale. The memory of coming home to her hometown of Rosewood after being away at medical school was a life altering moment for Kathryn Caplynn. Her life was good and where she wanted it to be. She thought sure she was ready to step in as the town's faithful doctor and marry the man she thought she loved until she stepped off the train and ran into her high school sweetheart. Zach Matthews's only reason for headed back to where everything fell apart because of a drastic mistake that caused him to lose the love of his life, was to see if he could right a few wrongs. Seeing Kathryn again, only affirmed his love for her and made it stronger. The only trouble: she wants nothing to do with him. Ever. After an intense emotional argument leaving Kathryn in tears, they part ways. The next time he hears about her, Kathryn has been kidnapped. Now it's a race against time to find her before something dreadful happens and to reclaim the love they had before it's too late. That memory has a special place in her heart as do a few others, but Kathryn hopes that when her time does come, that her family and friends find a way of coping with her death and that remembering the happy times is what matters most.