Where Sunday Used to Be

“The poems of Daniel Klawitter are alive and lively, their skillful architecture raised on a firm foundation of wit, compassion, and spiritual intelligence. From his understated elegy for Anthony Bourdain to the subtle ‘Mixology,’ a pantoum that moves from the making of martinis to our very earth being ‘shaken and stirred,’ Klawitter is consistently playful and endlessly inventive. Where Sunday Used to Be is an exciting overview of a gifted poet’s fascinating, beautifully crafted body of work.”


—Ned Balbo, author of The Cylburn Touch-Me-Nots





“Do not be deceived by the accessibility of Klawitter’s verse: this poet is ‘as slippery as a porpoise, / skimming the surface, then diving to the depths.’ Lines that initially make you laugh aloud will take root and lead to serious pondering. Klawitter draws on ancient philosophy, current politics, friendship, and love, to woo us with the art of his words to love justice and mercy and ‘our neighbors as ourselves.”


—Susan Delaney Spear, author of Beyond All Bearing





“Daniel Klawitter’s Where Sunday Used to Be is a book in love with life when it is fully lived, as when the poet writes of having ‘devoured the heart of the morning’ while his wife is still abed, concluding ‘Evening is for the insomniacs— / Sunrise is for the famished.’ This intelligent book is attuned to the wonder of the ways the universe unfolds itself for a poet who seeks ‘the poem behind the poem.’”


—Ernest Hilbert, author of Caligulan