On 'Leviathan' and 'Lungs'

"In Leviathan by Chris Bullard we smell the rain, feel the flame, and walk with a cemetery man with a leaf blower on his back. The title poem is a tribute to the beast and the man, and life, and when the time comes, about letting go. You will be familiar with these surroundings, but you won't have read about them quite this way before." -Leah Maines

"Chris Bullard gives full rein to his wit and pathos in Lungs, a collection of meditations on time, mortality, and the vagaries of the self. As he writes in "Day of the Dead, I'd buried my past selves in desert graves/where authorities wouldn't look. /Now they've returned dressed in my clothes." Bullard's voice is deadpan, ironic, erudite, playfully, archly, and sometimes seriously morbid, not to mention amazing." -Lynn Levin