Every so often life brims over with terror. Your mother dies from an aneurysm, falling down and flattening her nose in the middle of the grocery store, while you were picking out a carton of yoghurt. Your dog slips its collar just in time to be struck by a truck that’s travelling too fast down a road it should never have been on. You come down with what you think is just a bad cold, some sickness you cannot shake, you go to the doctor expecting to receive antibiotics and instead they tell you that you’ve got cancer, or aids. Most people have a difficult time living through such events, they struggle simply to keep breathing, maintain the pulse which thrums through their veins. Some people are noble enough to take such news like a blow to the face, stare down the horror which assails them and transform it, blazing, into art. Noah Stetzer has done just that with his first pamphlet. —Bethany W. Pope’s opening paragraph for her review of Because I Can See Needing A Knife (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2016).