The Shaky Phase: luminous, melancholy, surreal, and hypnotic poems of vodka, velour, western-nature-trash, wolves, weird oscillations, and spectral shivers...Jessie Janeshek's second full-length collection is a louche, gothic journal haunted by television, drinking, and the desert. To enter The Shaky Phase is to enter a Twilight Zone of strange revenges, and of loss. But finally, it is to encounter poems that tone like falling stars, an uncanny space where words are matter.
