By invoking Calliope, the muse of epic poetry, at the opening of her second volume of poems, Julie Sophia Paegle states an ambitious promise, and then proceeds to deliver, quite effortlessly, a masterwork. Twelve Clocks travels through the timelines of myth and history, allowing us to recognize the arresting patterns of humanity's vulnerability and its startling resilience to loss, change, and tragedy—hard-won evidence that the body's science is its impulse to keep light and memory burning. This book is ablaze with wonder.
—Rigoberto González, author of Red-Inked Retablos
I want the mind behind the poems in Twelve Clocks to write my love letters, laundry lists, letters to the editor, and prayers. Give me the world as interpreted by Julie Sophia Paegle: the highs and lows of it, the beautiful lines, precise edges, and incendiary smarts. These poems catch the reader in the mind's deepest vision. They are monuments of intelligence.
—Corinna Vallianatos, author of My Escapee
Alluring cities, tragic heroes, time in its many disguises, and so much more occupy Paegle's imagination in Twelve Clocks, her brilliant second book, displaying her lyrical intensity, her keen insights, and the depth of her feelings, all made vivid poem after poem.
—Juan Delgado, author of Vital Signs
Twelve Clocks is a kind of hybrid meditation on family, ancestry, distance, landscape, and of course time. The collection is ripe with risk-taking and hybridized form that dips in between the lyric, what one may call an experimental poetics and elements of creative non-fiction. It is deeply engaging, fresh, and fissured in the way all global diasporic narratives should be.
—Matthew Shenoda, author of Seasons of Lotus, Seasons of Bone