New poetry from Judith Roitman. 65 pages, Copyright 2018, 5.5 by 8.5. What are we looking at? That is the question that Judith Roitman's fascinating Roswell poses to "eyewitnesses" and readers alike. Whether through a narrative debris field of testimonies, articles, and reports, or from the point of view of an abject alien in the desert, that elusive "it" is "seen as wished for never more than never recognized." Ultimately, Roitman's compelling poems are about that which seems alien, other, only partially experienced, when the "positive malfunctioned." In other words, this is a book about 2018 as much as 1947. You need to read it. Joseph Harrington, author of Of Some Sky