Seth Jani
Poet. Publisher. Interdimensional Vagrant.
Night Fable
Full-Length Collection
FutureCycle Press, 2018
"Seth Jani’s Night Fable is a verdant dreamscape, an exquisite journey through '"the strange dark of almost waking.'" Guided by birdsong, the rhythms of water, and the phases of the moon, here are beginnings and border spaces. Jani’s work invites readers to pass through doorways: to darkness and light, to the broken and the whole, to the strange and the familiar which 'straddle the forgetful banks of sleep and small thinking.'"
-Hayley Mitchell Haugen,
Sheila-Na-Gig online
The Wet season
Chapbook
Kelsay Books, 2018
"In The Wet Season, Jani finds solace in the damp of autumn, drawing comfort from its primary colours in thirty vivid poems of delicate melancholy. An accomplished collection which prizes the redemptive, healing power of the natural world above all else."
-Ben Banyard, Clear Poetry
In the house magisterial
Chapbook
Finishing Line Press, 2018
"Jani possesses the unusual ability to see the forest from eight different angles, to notice the glow of unlit lanterns. And yet his work is full of hidden fire and strange blossoming creatures, images of ghosts and angels and even demons. He hears music in the wind, feels the light of desire on his skin, becomes transfigured by incantations while walking nearly deserted streets, delighting in the small flights of swallows, intimate among themselves. This world seems a shimmering uncatchable scene, and yet he draws more than its outlines and shadows, catches something of its essence, with skillful structure and resonant syntax."
- W.F. Lantry, Peacock Journal
Questions from the interior
Full-Length Collection
Seven CirclePress, 2014
"Seth Jani invites us to listen for the ambient voices and crickets cavorting in our lawns, to understand that we would become beautifully unknown one day, to look starwards and open our doors to the elements - the wheat around you - and soak them up. Questions from the Interior is a commendable collection that itself needs to be soaked up, each line pleading with you to become aware that you are just a shack of 'bones in a tapestry of light, gases and stars.'"
-Ajay Vishwanathan, Foundling Review