 Carolyn Locke's Always This Falling"In the spirit of Mary Oliver, Always This Falling takes the landscapes of the familiar—gardens, jazz, baking, aging parents, New England winters—and transforms them for us. Locke reminds us again and again of the ineffable relationships between family and place through some insight into one of the book's central concerns: 'You will know/ these women as yourself.' And yet, she is never satisfied with simple disclosures, admitting 'I must not let you know/ how I would wake this hibernating body.' And finally, these poems lead us to the 'foreign/intoxicating' banks of the Seine 'to lose it all/ in that brief moment in the black void' and 'feel the quiver of stars.'" —Kathleen Ellis, author of Vanishing Act and Entering Earthquake Country |
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(excerpt from Always this Falling) MARCH THAW Anyone who's traveled this road How the surface buckles leaving potholes deep enough who's been here knows, |
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