Building on the triumph of her acclaimed poem, “B,” Sarah Kay unveils her debut poetry collection, a compilation of pieces spanning her first decade as a poet.   No Matter the Wreckage invites readers to revel in both new and beloved works, showcasing Kay’s remarkable ability to celebrate the essence of family, love, travel, history, and even peculiar romances between inanimate objects (“Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire”) with eloquence and charm.   With freshness and wisdom, Kay’s poetic voyage invites readers to embark on a soul-stirring journey of self-discovery and exploration of the world around her.   This collection is full of honest and commanding poems, encouraging us to join in. "Sarah Kay is a fearsomely open and generous talent. In this collection, she will give you moments so intimate and beautifully rendered you will come to know them as your own. An unalloyed joy from beginning to end." – Lin-Manuel Miranda, Tony Award-winning composer-lyricist of Broadway's In the Heights "Nowhere have I found such humble honesty laced with such beauty. Nowhere, such boundless grace. Sarah Kay writes with a particular and rare magic, evoking emotions we may have forgotten we possess. No Matter the Wreckage is both spare and dense, uproarious and healing. An enchanting collection, imbued with courage, wisdom, lament, and triumph." – Jeanann Verlee, Author of Racing Hummingbirds Sarah Kay is a poet from New York City who has been performing her spoken word poetry since she was 14 years old. In 2006, she featured on HBO's "Def Poetry Jam" and was the youngest poet to compete at the National Poetry Slam. Sarah is perhaps best known for her talk at the 2011 TED conference, which garnered over 3 million online views. Sarah's first book, B, was a #1 Bestselling Poetry Book on Amazon, and her other work has appeared in Pear Noir!, The Literary Bohemian, Damselfly Press, The Huffington Post, and CNN.com, among others. She is the founder and co-director of Project VOICE. “Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict. Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep; You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn't the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. Maybe love stays- maybe love can't. Maybe love shouldn't. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”” Insightful and wise Genuine and powerful poems Invites us to participate