“The title of Marcela Sulak’s fifth collection of poems, City of Skypapers, feels apt for its deliciously long lines hang suspended between the holy and the home, between the rituals that ‘elevate the loaf’ and those of Shabbat that ‘place roses in their vase, candles in their stick.’ [ . . . ] The brilliant cadence of Sulak’s poems, ‘keeping pace with the current’ of the Yarkon River along which the poet runs, not only enact, but also celebrate what it means to be alive ‘in a place where the flowers are old enough to have stories.’ These poems should be read, perhaps even sung.” —Sarah Wetzel. Buy this book from our affiliate Bookshop.org.