I have admired Angela Alaimo O'Donnell and her poems from the moment I first encountered them twenty years ago. A poet of vast imaginative range, she has the will, wit, and bravura to reinvent herself and her oeuvre to accommodate whatever muse hovers over her.

This luminous new volume quietly astonishes. It contemplates, in a series of inventive hybrid sonnets, spanning a period from March 22, 2020, to March 22, 2021, the first year of lockdown under the rule and cloud of COVID. Her title pays homage to Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera, a novel that champions love as the ultimate balm to misery and dissolution.

Pilgrimage, in O'Donnell's economy, is the operative word. Here, as in all of her work, we see the world through the lens of the seeker, the questing pilgrim, discovering with wonder the minute-by-minute offices and rituals of drawing...

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