Ryan’s finesse in Erratic Facts floored me. Using short, simple language, she upends the entire world to better view just one small piece of life with startling clarity. Extraordinary wisdom; no artifice. Ryan leaps effortlessly between joyful and sad, creating something ethereal that spans the human condition. The resulting poetry is both profound and fleeting—“as though constellations/ fretted something/ to existence” to “produce brief real things/ in real places.” I was stricken. —a.c.