Andrés Cerpa is the author of two books of poetry,  Bicycle in a Ransacked City: An Elegy (2019) and The Vault (2021), which was longlisted for a National Book Award and celebrated as one of the best poetry books of 2021 by The New York Times. A recipient of a McDowell fellowship, his writing has appeared in Ploughshares, Poem-a-Day, The Kenyon Review, The Nation, The Rumpus, + elsewhere. 

"Andrés Cerpa’s elegant mythic constructions reach their heights in this third collection...Cerpa captures a longing that’s both material and more than this world."
—Rebecca Morgan Frank, Literary Hub

"These are poems of generosity and search, tender of touch and deeply alive."
—Nina MacLaughlin, New England Literary News

"The Palace by Andrés Cerpa (Alice James, Jan.) is a new kind of flaneur’s roam with a calm sense of inevitability. It steps into time, through city, by myth, moving through loved ones dead and alive, through places held in memory. Each worldly worry is counteracted by the grounding of earth’s touch: fog sharpens sight, hauntings echo heaven, and maps loosen place. Saving money seems to make its absence more obvious. Like Cerpa’s first books, these poems embrace and shout out the influences of other poets from direct epigraphs to subtler nods."
—Poetry Northwest

"In The Palace, Cerpa is a nature poet reminding us to observe prosaic moments so nature can echo through us."
—Naya Clark, Southern Humanities Review

“I love these poems for the way their imagery touches the reader with a gentleness and capacious questioning mind. These labyrinthian poems that navigate memory, country, pain are stunning, original, and layered. Mostly, these poems feel true to me, not as in fact, but True."
—Victoria Chang, author of Obit

"Andrés Cerpa is that rarest of gifts: a poet who knows how to sing and tell a story, how to risk fragmentation and dare to be whole. The Palace is him at the height of his powers. Read this book, then read it again, and find in it the transcendence that can only come from going deep into the common, the real, the texture of being alive, in time."
—Joseph Fasano, author of The Magic Words

Previous Praise for The Vault:

"A teacher once told me that a poem should be like a spider web—if you touch any part, the rest of it will tremble. This whole book feels like that."
—Elisa Gabbert, The New York Times