4 Rms w Vu

4 Rms w Vu, Mayapple Press 72 pages ISBN: 978-1-936419-39-5 $15.95

Selected Reviews of 4 Rms w Vu:

Review by Laura Madeline Wiseman in Cider Press Review

Review by Anthony Liversidge in Talk of New York

Review by Michael Dennis in Today’s Book of Poetry

Review by Jessica Hylion in Hartskill Review

Review by Alan Catlin in Misfit Magazine

Praise for 4 Rms w Vu:

The poems in 4 Rms w Vu, like most of Susana H. Case’s work, demand full participation—no watching here—that we live in their apartments, wear their clothes, down to the “denier nylon.” At the end we’re a little shaken, but a lot wiser. Susana is a daring poet, not so much for the sake of issuing challenges, but more to the cause of poetry itself; she defies one to bring the whole body and soul, and deny no part of this experience called living. – Mervyn Taylor, author of Voices Carry

4 Rms w Vu is a poetic open house in which Susana H. Case guides us through the rooms of the heart. In poems addressed to husbands, lovers and parents, Case shows how the past, the curious details of daily life and wonderings about the future all weave together endlessly, how nothing is ever really lost—not a loved one, not a hurt—if you can remember. In her moving new collection, we see how this poet’s art is an act of holding on in language that is sure-footed. – Matthew Thorburn, author of Dear Almost

Susana H. Case’s 4 Rms w Vu superimposes an intricate map of a lover’s mind on the floorplan of a New York City apartment in poems that never shrink from the “weep and stink of everyday brutality.” Moving from room to room and year to year, 4 Rms w Vu passes through meditations on life with dogs, the metaphysics of lipstick, and the peculiarly American primal scene of the isolating, moving, colliding car, in square footage inhabited by a woman with the brio to ask, as final prayer — “Let me blow a lot of fuses.” -B. K. Fischer, author of St. Rage’s Vault

In these poems, Susana H. Case captures a vision of New York that can no longer be seen but in memory. Filled with characters frenzied by love, desire & hope, 4 Rm w Vu reminds us not only where we’re from but also who we are. -Gerry LaFemina, author of Notes for the Novice Ventriloquist



The best thing to die from is living.

Let me kill myself slowly with pleasure.


Let me dance round and round in circles first.

Let me blow a lot of fuses.


Let me age like a good slab of steak, tender

with the mold trimmed. Let me be


a car going 80 miles per hour.

Let me reach 80—the exquisite


torture of those many years is compelling.

Let them not be Chaplinesque. Let them say


she never knew what hit her. Let it be like

the one James Dean got, only much later.


Let me not surrender to humiliations.

Let me end when my mind, still sharp,


is somewhere else—dreaming of perfectly

grilled lamb, the rosemary perfume so strong,


it could be sealed in my pillow, of hot sex,

and let that be not so long gone


that it burns like a bad joke. In the valley

of the shadow of death, I’d still like


my red lipstick please. Let my breasts not reach

my waist. Let there be very little


scar tissue on me at the time and

let there be a weeping willow, under it


a significantly younger man,

my own little honey cake, who is weeping,


too—though I don’t wish that on him for long.

He’ll have a life to live.n

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