Matthew Holmes

"Matthew Holmes brings us to the end of his rope with a nuanced precision, knots the words there, turns and pulls. This first collection of poems thrives and opens words' weight and duration, their tie to seasons and people, to houses and neighbours, in all the gentleness and harshness that those sites can harbour. Holmes' is a music that ponders gently, or ponderates, ponder-aerates, brings in air clear and rhythms varied and numinous. And best, we are not tethered by what he hitches us to, for as he writes, generously, 'the premise of tying' is, yes and ever, 'to untie.'"
— Erín Moure

"Hitch is a solid debut distinguished by Holmes' far-ranging versatility with such varied work as the "science fictions"; lyrics like "the tension of love and windows"; a lament for dog show losers; and the short, taut, disciplined poems of part iv, Coal Smoke Dreams, including the standout "reliquaries of trees.""
— Steven Heighton

"Holmes' poems are wonderfully ghazal-like in their soft, surreal leaps and open links, like riding a small series of waves off into the sea. In this collection of graceful and beautiful short poems, [Hitch], it would be difficult to quote from every piece that jumps out, because it would make me quote from nearly every page.... This has to be one of the most attractive poetry collections I've seen in a while, with the surreal softness of the physical book itself corresponding completely with the text... Where Holmes finds his greatest strength is in the small moment, the small image that washes over through just how well its brevity is kept, and put together, in strange humour and a quick wit. Underplaying instead of overplaying, I couldn’t recommend this book more, and can do little more than simply let the work speak for itself."
— rob mclennan