Ecstasy

I'm singing badly and a little frazzled from all the dancing, or maybe the boy whose eyes didn't meet mine. I'm stomping down a rain-soaked street in the middle of the night. I'm supposed to be going home but I'm fired up now. Ready to f*ck or to love, to shine and to commiserate. This is the feeling of reading the poems in Ecstasy. Alex is wholly responsible for this cacophony of emotions and bodily experiences. Thank you, Alex. You remind me why I live

Adam Zmith

Dimitrov is that rarest of creatures, a true poet and a truly contemporary poet. Thank god he’s here

Michael Cunningham, author of The Hours

Ecstasy stands out for its brutal examination of the transience of Eros... Dimitrov’s nostalgic lyrics are campy and fun... There is wit and candour both on and beneath the surface

Guardian

Honest depictions of hookups, partying, and drug use, plus undertones of heartbreak….[We] are transported through the streets and local haunts of New York, Miami and Paris…. Dimitrov’s collection is fast paced, in-the-moment, and reflective… sure to make connections with readers.

Library Journal

A rollicking paean to pleasure, an ode to realness and resilience. These poems are raw and honest and deeply personal, and vibrate with the intimacy and electricity typically reserved for late-night conversations between old friends or new lovers after the third round. Hilarious in places and heartbreaking in others, they emerge from a place of inner turmoil and inner knowing, and do not apologize for anything.

New York Times