Impossible Things

“In this compelling extended elegy, Miller Oberman captures both the possible and Impossible Things of a young child’s death and its effect on a family. I’ve been an admirer of Miller’s poetry since I first read ‘Joshua Was Gone,’ a masterly and devastating poem that embodies the heart and craft of this deeply moving book. Honoring both what’s missing and what remains, Impossible Things is a stunning book you will want to read, reread and keep close.” - Ellen Bass, author of Indigo

"Impossible Things is, at its heart, a book-length elegy—it endeavors to speak with the dead so that the writer might go on living. To do so, Miller Oberman enacts a trans poetics that insists that an adequate description of everyday life requires admitting what is spectral, impossible, and not (yet) properly named. Anyway, I love these poems. They are tender and funny and charmingly neurotic. They are hurt and hurting, but not moralizing. They surface and bear contraction. They make me, somehow, alive." - Cameron Awkward-Rich, author of The Terrible We: Thinking with Trans Maladjustment

"There is so much to admire in Oberman’s book—the way the father is never demonized, the frankness with which Oberman copes with his own early gender confusion and resulting abuse at the hands of other children, and the tenderness with which he writes about his transition to adulthood and his own children. The book is a breviary of pain and forgiveness." - Lisa Russ Spaar, The Adroit Journal

"In his book-length elegy Impossible Things, trans poet Miller Oberman explores 'intergenerational grief,' from the perspectives of being a trans child and a father, incorporating his late father’s unpublished memoir. The result is a deeply personal examination of the impacts of family and loss." - Gregg Shapiro, OutSFL

"The inability to truly know our parents is a ripe concept in literature, something timeless that most of us can relate to. Through drawing himself closer to his father in Impossible Things, Oberman offers the reader a chance to do the same as they read along, to ask questions there might not have been a time and place for while parents were alive, to tell stories that are not our own but which we are very much a part of, and to find parallels."
  - Alex DiFrancesco, Chicago Review of Books

"While his musings are tentative, careful, Oberman’s images are crisp and vivid. . . . Oberman crafts a shared disconnection, one that reverberates throughout." - Turi Sioson, Only Poems