“As the title suggests, Curtis LeBlanc’s poems are part narrative, part reverie, and all mood and atmosphere. With great nuance and specificity, LeBlanc whips up the detritus of the everyday into something vivid and kinetic; intimacy is as easily two breaths mingling inside an air mattress as it is a scratch ticket, cigarillo, honey cruller or bear carcass animated by a makeshift scaffold. These poems generate friction from their varied textures, rumble with the threat of violence, and remind us that having a body can feel like an exposed nerve in bad weather. I deeply admire LeBlanc’s continued engagement with tenors of class and masculinity, his “Pygmalion / sculpture of boyhood hunger,” which is complex and necessary, as are his yearnings for something soft and tender. Birding thrums with a frequency that yields to the surreal mundanity of the world, yet invites you in with a generosity and wonder that feels true and sincere.”
– Domenica Martinello

“In Birding in the Glass Age of Isolation, Curtis LeBlanc re-wilds the strict parameters, lapsed debates and mundane landscapes that govern our fickle lives. ‘[B]arrel pointed to the sky,’ he casts a keen gaze on the off-kilter, often violent, waltz of the everyday. These poems eviscerate as they exhale.”
– Adèle Barclay

“Loneliness is everywhere but in the poems of young men. This is why it’s so exciting to see loneliness centered in work as sophisticated as Curtis LeBlanc’s. His second book: at times claustrophobic, flippant, shell-shocked, and rueful, is native to loneliness and fluent in its speech.”
– Jacob McArthur Mooney