We are now vandals too

The tone of Sándor András's latest volume of poems is a well-being, the center of which is the plural, the public itself, as an intermediate life, a public life, a common life, enriched by a strange interlude and an even stranger interconnectedness. The poems in the Between Me cycle may seem like self-dialogues, but one speaker speaks in the first person and the other in the unreachable third person about what and whom you can’t address.