Last summer I read Josephine Jacobsen’s poetry and her prose. It was delightful. There was a particular reserve and organization of her thinking in her prose writing in particular that I responded to. It was reassuring to me in a way that I hunger for order when my own mind is disorderly and feels, at times, about to fall apart. There is a new chapbook of poetry coming out by Jacobsen, edited by Elizabeth Spires. You can read about the chapbook, Jacobsen, and the relationship between Spires and Jacobsen in this interview in the Baltimore Sun.