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Jenny Yang Cropp reminds us, in exact and lyrical language, that we are matter, “that there are no new particles,” that “we fall by force, attraction, gravity.”  Her poems explore grief, forgiveness, separation, acceptance, and the fierce dynamics of relationship.  They illumine what matters most.

             Candace Black, author of The Volunteer

The deceptively quiet surfaces and patient, elegant lines in Jenny Yang Cropp’s Hanging the Moon reveal, at their heart, a fierce and unwavering gaze—an aperture that explores interior microcosms and organically resituates them within a universal music writ infinitely large.  In these poems, like the time-lapse photographic techniques in Koyaanisquatsi, there is both stillness and speed, serenity and chaos, smallness and immensity.  Violence and grief oftentimes form the core of these emotionally resonant poems—explosions, collisions, black holes—yet Cropp movingly and repeatedly reminds us that these volatilities exist alongside the loveliness of spinning stars and a cosmos that, pollen-like, inevitably expands: “a moving, breathing thing, a fluctuation / in and out of possibility.”  

              Lee Ann Roripaugh, author of On the Cusp of a Dangerous Year
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Hanging the Moon // Jenny Yang Cropp

About the Author
Jenny Yang Cropp grew up in Lawton, Oklahoma. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Boxcar Poetry Review, Superstition Review, Hayden's Ferry Review, Eclipse, and others. She received her MFA from Minnesota State University-Mankato and is currently working on a PhD in creative writing at University of South Dakota.


Praise for Hanging the Moon

We are told, "I am the child / who knows, and you are the knowing, why / she runs from light switch to bed but keeps her eyes / open, waits for the wall of dark to dissolve" in her closing poem, "The Visible Spectrum." And as the human eye can only distinguish a portion of the surrounding electromagnetic wavelengths as "light," Jenny Yang Cropp acknowledges that memory is incomplete, "leaking our dim light into pools visible from space" finding the darkness necessary for true illumination. This is an honest and raw collection of poems that create their own science of experience, lyrical and illusory as it tests its own hypothesis.
               Hayden’s Ferry Review