“Carlson-Wee has a true gift for narrative. The poems carve arcs toward illumination” RAIN TAXI REVIEW OF BOOKS

“Restless and searching, taking readers through the truck cabs, living rooms, dumpsters, freight yards, and railways of America’s wide middle . . . a strong eye for fleshing out character in a few simple lines.” PUBLISHER’S WEEKLY

“Incandescent . . . The Low Passions rages with love and mercy . . . profoundly concerned with gratitude, atonement, and paternal pardon . . . we all may have met our match with the enduring star that is Anders Carlson-Wee . . . One of the most singularly original voices I’ve read.” PAPERBACK PARIS

“Carlson-Wee makes everyday language a literary device of its own . . . an uncanny eye for life’s terror and beauty.” ETHOS LITERARY JOURNAL

“Riveting . . . prophetic . . . touching . . . Carlson-Wee speaks from a place of humility and understanding.” ENGLEWOOD REVIEW OF BOOKS

“The poetry I’ve been waiting my whole life to read.” LAURA KASISCHKE

“Texturally varied and satisfying . . . Poems that will outlast us.” MAGGIE SMITH

“Plain-spoken beauty” SLICE MAGAZINE

“Riveting and action-driven, showcasing a bold new voice” THE ADROIT JOURNAL

“The most urgent, tightly-paced narratives I’ve read in recent memory . . . Each poem had my fingers gripping tightly to the (now) curled pages.”  —STORY SOUTH

“The Low Passions is an ode to America, the distances between place and people, the desire to quiet the self in order to better hear the world. Shaped through glimpses of a life in motion, these poems rattle along with energy and awe like the trains that fill these pages. If the work feels wild, there is also a feeling of tenderness as Anders Carlson-Wee reflects on childhood and brotherhood, what family means, and how a stranger can feel like family. The Low Passions reminds us to go out each day in wonder ready for the unknown to call to us.” Dorianne Laux, Author of ONLY AS THE DAY IS LONG

 “‘If you don’t live it,’ Charlie Parker said of his own music, ‘it won’t come out of your horn.’ Anders Carlson-Wee is a balladeer who has certainly lived his song. The Low Passions makes a Walden Pond of the railyard and cornucopias of every dumpster behind a strip mall. It paints portraits akin to those of James Agee, but to be captivated by them solely is to risk overlooking the urgency of experience in this debut collection. As terror drives the sublime and duende keeps one cold foot in the grave, these poems are as chilling as they are electrifying. Yet the perils of life off the grid are relieved by the light of inexplicable kindnesses discovered along the way. Through it all is the ever-loving American landscape, divine and brutal as Dillard’s Tinker Creek.” Gregory Pardlo, Pulitzer-Prize Winning Author of DIGEST

 “‘Our fresh buzzcuts / lumpy with goose eggs. It’s easy to forget / we were trying to kill each other.’ So writes the remarkable new poet, Anders Carlson-Wee, in The Low Passions. I first encountered his poems at the Sewanee Writers Conference three years ago. Ah, I thought, a poet of the contemporary Midwest who actually knows it. I was amazed by the precision and authenticity of this post-Nick Adams voice that is so utterly free of regional stereotype, false colors, and the standard rural and small-town themes and subject-matter. Anders inhabited a world within a world of train yards, sibling (and other) violence, the dangers of the road, and a crazy cousin whose monologues sound awfully close to wisdom. Rather than repeating the cheap tunes of nostalgia, America would do better to read Carlson-Wee and a poetry that reassumes its ancient task of truth-telling.” B.H. Fairchild, Winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award and Author of THE BLUE BUICK

“The broken beauty of a corrupted Arcadia. Carlson-Wee echoes the reminders that what we once knew as charming, rural, and small-town America has been devastated by economic destitution, systematic cultural decay, and drug abuse . . . there is something decidedly American in Carlson-Wee’s bald and assertive lines” —National Review

“Sorrowful, yearning for a space the world hasn’t made” —Washington Examiner

“Moving and all-too-human . . . Carlson-Wee achieves a more honest version of Keats’s Negative Capability”  RAIN TAXI REVIEW

“Transformative . . . Carlson-Wee crafts images that are raw, precise, and immediate, his language both spare and visceral”  SLICE MAGAZINE

“The evoking of place and sensation is so very precise, while the negotiation of the bonds of relationship remains suggestively mysterious” AGNI

“There is not a single moment where it is safe to pull yourself from the collection, not a moment to disengage with shifting landscape, memory, and the ruthless bonds of family” New Books Network

“Dramatic and volatile, filled with an explosive and masculine energy. And yet it’s the subtle but ever-surfacing lyricism radiating out from stunning understatements coupled with precise and nuanced detail that makes these poems unforgettable. Dynamite is a collection that first affects the reader strongly and swiftly—and then achingly and hauntingly over time.” JENNIFER GROTZ

“So attuned to the music and texture of syllables, the sound-sculptures of syntax, and the complex under-meanings of metaphor, that shaping phrases and sentences to enact (rather than merely express) their own meanings is second nature to him. Anders Carlson-Wee makes the rugged physical and emotional world of the upper plains our world.” B.H. FAIRCHILD

“Anders Carlson-Wee’s Dynamite will make you wish you knew the birdcall for this book’s kind of danger—the danger of beauty, the danger of change.” TRACI BRIMHALL

“I love how hard this book looks at the physical world, and how that looking turns into music.” ROSS GAY

“These brothers speak to one another in a private language made lyric, made public, knowing no matter who they meet along the way, no one will ever know them as intimately as they know one another.  A hauntingly beautiful and unusual debut collection.” DORIANNE LAUX

“Two-Headed Boy invites us into a dream America is having about itself, where the voices are both the road and the kicked-up gravel dust, memory and the occasion for memory, the flame and its shadow. An entrancing investigation of place and self and other, a spell one never wants broken.” MICHAEL McGRIFF

“This is a wholly unique and powerful collection of poems. The sense of purpose puts one in mind of Whitman’s “Song of the Open Road,” but the darker need to search for meaning in the American plains and points farther west—a vastness forlorn and almost unknowable—belongs to the shared vision of these two brother-poets. Their journeys through our national ambiguity discover a flicker in our roots, a spark popping from obscurity that rises into the heavens.” MAURICE MANNING