The Last Unkillable Thing
Poems
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This collection holds a mirror to the self and in its reflection we find the elegiac and the ecological, as in "how much of enjoying a place / is destroying it?"; the worlds both domestic and natural, as in "when the redbird strikes the window, it is me / who takes blame"; a daughter shattered, but not without humor--"I can feel it coming on, my season of lavish suffering, the why me why me why me why me / that leaves me snowblind in the asking"--and, certainly, not without tenderness. Shaped by both concision and unfolding sequences, The Last Unkillable Thing is a journey across landscapes of...
This collection holds a mirror to the self and in its reflection we find the elegiac and the ecological, as in "how much of enjoying a place / is destroying it?"; the worlds both domestic and natural, as in "when the redbird strikes the window, it is me / who takes blame"; a daughter shattered, but not without humor--"I can feel it coming on, my season of lavish suffering, the why me why me why me why me / that leaves me snowblind in the asking"--and, certainly, not without tenderness. Shaped by both concision and unfolding sequences, The Last Unkillable Thing is a journey across landscapes of mourning.
