In these new poems of both “mastery” and “mystery,” Georgia A. Popoff, “witness to the natural order,” speaks of longing and regret with honesty and precision: “the ways a bed is carefully made / each morning to ward off any trace of intimacy.” Or, at times, doesn’t speak of such things: “what we don’t say / is our most tender history.” With humor, with a nod to “memory in all its chicanery,” Living with Haints offers sensual pleasures and memorable moments, as in the wonderful “Hindsight” with its punning title: “The men I loved were once so pretty… // Asses tight as their hearts. / And oh, their hair, their hair.” Doesn’t that “oh” hurt so good? Popoff is a poet of such modest and winning gestures.
—Michael Watershttps://www.tigerbarkpress.com/catalog/p/living-with-haints-popoff