“ Evident everywhere in Ö sel Jessica Plante-Curl’s poetry is her prodigious talent for casting the ordinary into the language of strange prophecy, making the knowable world feel impossibly weighted with mystery [. . .] I would follow this confident, oracular speaker anywhere— out into the ordinary world of birds shitting into iced tea on OkCupid dates, deep into a self she describes as “sails of rain,” or sideways into a surreal landscape where “tulips greet me / with the same empty cups I’ve never been / able to drink from” and darkness is “diced, cut into even slices.” - Emily Skaja