Rick Bursky's Let's Become a Ghost Story is a surrealist's wet dream, full of crashing chandeliers, stopped clocks, and bodies turned to smoke and ash. Bursky uses these moments of magic to navigate the riskiest corners of the human heart: love, death, grief, and losses that repeat themselves like a spell. As Bursky says, 'Everything I know about magic / I learned staring at a firing squad.' In these poems we see that sometimes sorcery is what it takes to face our demons, especially on the unrelenting page.
-Keetje Kuipers
Rick Bursky's poems are full of good news. It is that poetry still exists.
-Dean Young
In Rick Bursky's Let's Become a Ghost Story, the speaker and his lover constantly transform and trade positions: 'Once, while lying on top of me, she began to tremble, / then shook violently and abruptly stopped, / then floated halfway to the ceiling. / She was playing God, or I was. I don't remember.' The outlandish is presented so matter-of-factly that I found myself delightedly half-believing the speaker's assertion that 'According to the census I am not the only person / who lists mailbox as their occupation.' Bursky's surrealism is sensical and grounded in real emotion, which allows these poems to soar.
-Matthea Harvey, author of If the Tabloids Are True What Are You?