“On some days, the only song worth singing is one of how to love well. Here, Chapman gives you that in a musically rich abundance that could be called Auden or Funkadelic: you can live these lines. — Reginald Dwayne Betts
“The poems [in Boxed Juice] are strikingly precise, their beautiful deployments of image and perception powerfully constrained …” — Lisa Russ Spaar, Adroit
Chapman channels an electrifying vehemence, a profound insistence on survival....Chapman’s language is as sharp and sure as a new scalpel urgently unwrapped on a doctor’s tray. — Donna Seaman, Booklist
Danielle Chapman brings vigor and elegance to even the most mundane domestic details ....The precision of her language and perspective startles us awake. — Emily Choate, Chapter 16
“Boxed Juice is something rare, an original vision of being … that makes Danielle Chapman so important to poetry right now.” — Peter Campion, from the Foreword
“A beautiful memoir … as devastating as American history itself … Few can write prose as musical and precise … Holler is a stunning book.” — Ilya Kaminsky
“With blazing lyric intensity … Chapman’s story builds to a conclusion of mythic power … An astonishment. A lesson in being human.” — Rosanna Warren
“Holler traces out the strands of self, place and history that bind us to any past we claim or disclaim…” — Marilynne Robinson
“Chapman’s complex and sensitive approach offers a brave and insightful path forward as we confront the past.” — Philip Klay
“Danielle Chapman sees — and lets us see — both the beauty and the horror of her family legacy in this sad, haunting, and, above all, unblinking memoir.” — Anne Fadiman
“Chapman’s is a Southern story, American with a bitter and by-now familiar tint of blood racialism. [She] has broken into the past without prejudice. This is new.” — Fanny Howe
“Everything is alive and fully charged in Chapman’s poetry of ardor and loss, survival and renewal as she revels in the music of language — the fruitiness of vowels, the clash of consonants, the swoon of rhyme. Incisive, bemused, and impassioned, Chapman gives strong and lucid voice to the rapture of existence and the mysteries of consciousness.” — Donna Seaman, Booklist, Starred Review
“Danielle Chapman’s poetry is brilliant, mysterious, and impetuous in its quest for intensity. Like Gerard Manley Hopkins, she knows the secret to charging the world with grandeur, with words and their music; like his windhover, her words buckle in two senses: both secured and “halted in a breakbeat.” — Ange Mlinko
“Delinquent Palaces is one of those rare things, a first book of an already developed, master poet. The one who looks out from the ‘yard that has been left untended / by any hand but the that of God.’ And the name of that yard is music.” — Ilya Kaminsky
“For Chapman, love is a matter of piercing, irreverent enchantments and chastening tragedies, a symbol of grace and an inevitable source of pain. The poems in Delinquent Palaces show this again and again, and they suggest what poetry offers its readers, not just in National Poetry Month but the whole year-round: a reminder that, if we look, we will see a world bathed in beauty and terror, ‘the fire hydrants redder / than berries of blood on islands of thorn’.” — Anthony Domestico, Commonweal
“This is a first book of great breadth, means, and detail. Chapman’s landscapes — mostly American, all over America —are familiar and strange, animated by startling metaphor.” — Daisy Fried, On the Seawall
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