Bull City Press Editors’ Selection from Frost Place Chapbook Competition
Small Press Distribution Bestseller

“astonishingly attentive empathy…these beautiful, brave poems insist on a place for language in a broken world.”
—Lisa Russ Spaar, At Length

“a fierce talent… Like Dickinson’s famous speaker, [Honum] hits a world at every plunge.”
—Austin Segrest, Southern Humanities Review

“Honum returns in Then Winter to hollow out a space for herself alongside Jane Hirshfield as one of the best short poem writers we currently know…Already there is a transcendent quality to her work, which falls both as lightly and coldly as snow across the reader’s back.”
—Katherine Frain, The Blueshift Journal

“I’m obsessed with Chloe Honum’s chapbook Then Winter …Hers is a poetry so alive and compassionate that it can hurt to read—like stepping out after too much time in a stuffy room and having to adjust one’s eyes to the light.”
—Chen Chen, Poetry 

“[Then Winter] sings a love song for snowy days in Massachusetts.”
—Chen Chen, Poets & Writers 

“Crisp and exacting, bright and sharp, Chloe Honum’s Then Winter cuts surgically…”
—Cheyenne Taylor, Birmingham Poetry Review 

“In this stunning collection, Honum crafts the work in such a way that each line, each turn of phrase becomes a thought-provoking collaboration which the reader, an invitation to imagine alongside the narrator.”
—Kristina Marie Darling, The Chattahoochee Review 

“a poet of exquisite talent…”
—Beth Kephart, Juncture Notes

“captivating….breathtaking poems…”
—Munira Chowdhury, Shirisherdalpala

“This bittersweet collection is haunting, and contained within are poems to cherish.”
—Barbara Bailey, A Fine Line: The New Zealand Poetry Society

“a remarkable chapbook.”
—Tyler Sheldon, The Los Angeles Review

“Honum’s poems and voice are steely, unforgettable, and full of treasures. And her gifts are immensely palpable.”
—Victoria Chang, author of The Boss 

“These poems name an extreme moment with eerie delicacy, so that we are inside it.”
—Nick Flynn, author of My Feelings 

“‘Hope is anything / that travels in big leaps,’ writes Chloe Honum. [In] Her singular chapbook… hope lunges at us, as if Dickinson had decided to pole-vault out of her window. Honum takes a big leap. What pleasure to witness.”
—Spencer Reece, author of The Road to Emmaus