April 7, 2015
I haven’t had too much time to read lately, but here are the two books of poetry at the top of my pile. I’ve been dipping in and out of them and they are wonderful, devastating, beautiful, brilliant, tender, haunting, atmospheric. I can’t recommend both of these books enough. A few excerpts to entice you:
from After-Cave by Michelle Detorie (Ahsahta Press, 2014):
Digging underground, I disrupted homes that did not belong to me
but wound deep and tethered together.
I thought of coupling tunnels and the downward wind of tubed
leaning in, their necks so long:
the forged reflection
the rubbed-out lake
The invisible air surrounds us as we sketch a dirt house. “Here is a kitchen. Here is a chair.” We stumble ’round pretending to be full, to be drunk and happy. At least we have something to remember.
from The Ghost in Us Was Multiplying by Brent Armendinger (Noemi Press, 2015):
I feel the ocean breaking
in a cloud that I have always been.
Rain even as mud herds it,
a slowness that ghostburns,
a slowness nearly craters
revolving in the sky.
Even Sappho’s words were
shorn from each other. Salt
and sea are twin: I draw a map
of rain on the chalkboard,
I gnaw at love down inside
the brackets – not my salt can
retrieve it, but somehow water
rises, like letters arrange themselves
and break apart from sentences.
Like memory distills
a pictogram to sound.