Read review of Towline at Washington Independent Review of Books. 

Holly Karapetova’s Towline is adept in many languages, moving at will between crisp evocations of daily life and the suggestive landscape of dreams. But it is in the intersection between these worlds, the thin veil hinging commonly accepted reality with that of the half-remembered, fairytale past of the old country, that Karapetova’s poetry finds its deepest power. Building a compelling female slant onto the tradition of deep image poetics, Karapetova gives voice to the pulse and tug of the archetypal European past in such memorable poems as “How the King’s Daughter Gave Way,” “Two Conversations,” and “Song of the Three Swallows.”
~Annie Finch

A towline is tied to both shore and sea—finding purpose in tension between the two—and TOWLINE ably navigates the tide between life and death. “Do you love the world?” asks “Persephone Was an Immigrant.” “Yes, / but which one?” Throughout her second collection, Holly Karapetkova interrogates how we form traditions of myth, riddle, and family rumor. “My grandmother was a bird / in Thessaloniki,” declares one poem, before going on to describe how “the man / clipped her wings / tied her talon to the saddle.” These vistas are stark, the pulse often elegiac, yet humor glimmers in a series of prose poems: “When the shooting stopped we laughed about the bullet holes in his jacket, and I bought him a gelato to thank him for his excellent viscosity.” This is stunning, accomplished work by a poet unafraid of naming strange truths.
~Sandra Beasley, author of COUNT THE WAVES and I WAS THE JUKEBOX

The poems of Holly Karapetkova’s new collection are expansive, ranging in structure from the freest verse to the elegantly formal, in theme from the broadly universal to the most intensely personal, and in style from classic tragedy to a Daliesque surreal to tragicomedy in the tradition of Beckett. They all return, though, to that same inexorable human conundrum: how to carry grief, to carry on. They give no easy answer, but they help the traveler along the way.
~Dan Albergotti, author of Millennial Teeth

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When I read the first poem in Words We Might One Day Say, I thought Holly Karapetkova was related to Gabriel Marquez. A surprise seems to appear in many of her poems. Some come close to being magical. I like how this woman writes about childhood. I want to grow old with this book. Words We Might One Day Say is a collection to cherish, and share with others.
–E. Ethelbert Miller, Director, African American Resource Center, Howard University

What is there to get in the literary world but a blessing in what you read or what you write. How else can we explain the pleasure in finding a sensibility that suddenly uncovers a new piece of the world, or lights a new edge of the mind. This is how I felt in reading Holly Karapetkova’s Words We Might One Day Say. She reminds me why we bother writing at all. You will want to say “Thank you” for this poetry that says Look what you haven’t seen before. Look what you didn’t know you felt. What could this be but a blessing, a gift: Words that finish your own life.
–Grace Cavalieri, Producer/Host, “The Poet and the Poem from the Library of Congress”