Antediluvian Sonnets sets out to reflect and refract the ways time is constantly bent, especially through elegy. This book is also a love letter and homage text, tracing the lineage of experiments received from one mother of the modern sonnet, Bernadette Mayer. Loss is ageless, and transmutes the notion of any life being linear. Form is another way to consider time, another way for the ancient to become the future.