“Whether his subject is suburbia and domesticity, or war and its aftermath, these poems are sly, mysterious, surprising and almost always grave, that is honest. Sukach takes nothing for granted, so we reap the reward.”

-Dan O’Brien

“How does M.K. Sukach so perfectly balance his gift of keen wit with his “tumbling lung song of fluid light”? How can he speak radish? Play whisht? Something Impossible Happens evokes the meadow just outside and the love that’s in-between.”

-Natasha Sajé