Kimberly Kralowec’s chapbook of love poems, We retreat into the stillness of our own bones, is a potent exploration of close relationships and interior spaces. Through vibrant synesthesia and graceful lyricism, Kralowec merges private experience with the natural world, allowing us to witness the surrender necessary for genuine intimacy. This powerfully quiet collection rediscovers both grief and joy at their most authentic—recalling moments when even the “sun dimmed so brightly.”

Kimberly Kralowec’s new chapbook is a delight. Like a Kandinsky painting, Kralowec renders a hazy, dream-like space, unconstrained by the conventional …. We retreat is a potent debut that will leave readers lingering over its rich imagery and maybe longing to find their own all-encompassing love.

—Anne Peters, The Inflectionist Review

Kimberly Kralowec’s We retreat into the stillness of our own bones is a deft, carefully conducted and compelling investigation of touching and being touched, via our minds and our souls. A magnificent collection I will revisit.

—Anatoly Molotkov, author of Future Symptoms

This brilliant, magnetic chapbook moves with an evocative and acute intensity, quietly transforming the microscopic into the vast, and the vast into the microscopic. It is a journey of a book, full of movement, beauty, love, and grief.

— Sara Eliza Johnson, author of Bone Map 

These poems remind us that we are active participants in language that is forever recalibrating what it means to love the world.

—Kimberly Burwick, author of Out Beyond the Land 

With a painterly eye towards detail, and deeply grounded in the natural world, these lacy, atmospheric poems are unabashed in their bold ambition to chart the vagaries, rhythms, frailties and complexity of what it means to be close to another human—to see and be seen.

—Louise Mathias, author of The Traps

In her debut collection, Kimberly Kralowec … awaken[s] all our senses to new ways of engaging within our emotional and physical landscapes. With subtle eloquence, she uncovers the keen edge between strength and vulnerability when “not every brightening/turns out to be dawn.”

—Linda Jackson Collins, author of Painting Trees