Review: Husbandry by Matthew Dickman

 By LC Croft

In Husbandry, Matthew Dickman (author of All American Poem) offers a collection as familiar as the kitchen sink—yet in its intimacy, as profound as a quiet epiphany. Composed entirely in terse, two‑line couplets, these poems distill the chaos of single fatherhood during COVID‑era lockdown into moments that feel both raw and transcendently lyrical.

Driven by both anxiety and gratitude, the collection is a radical testament to the everyday sublime.

Husbandry doesn’t engage in grand gestures—it persists in the persistent, finds music in repetition, and honors parenting as both drudgery and elevation.

In a quiet, couplet‑driven whisper, Husbandry resounds like a roar.

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