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Tupelo PressFlinch of Song
$16.95
Paperback Original ISBN: 978-1-932195-76-7 SynopsisTupelo Press First Book AwardJennifer Militello’s work is ruminative and lyrical but with an unusually theatrical verve, which is displayed in associative leaps so agile that readers will be exhilarated by the imagination at work (and play) in each poem. This powerfully unified first book grapples with what is simultaneously gigantic and miniscule in human existence: the momentous everyday dramas of love and family. Praise for Militello’s new book: To walk into Flinch of Song is to enter a very particular kind of house, the kind whose corners sing as you pass them by, whose rooms promise a certain light — profoundly interior — and whose inhabitants seem to know you from the time before you were born. The poems call out, saying Here’s freedom! just as Emily Dickinson once did upon closing the door to her room, happy to be inside something so large. That these poems also glitter with loss and pain makes Jennifer Militello’s first book nothing less than a powerfully honest account of what it takes to survive when we find such freedom.—Carol Ann Davis, final judge for Tupelo’s First Book Contest Confusing Past with Passion I swear it was summer: I was strung through with light. Nothing offered shelter but the river and a tremble of depth that kept us questioning. And if our folds were full of wolves, you can imagine the predators we feared. Sixteen swallows the same as destination. An ordinary house on unordinary nights. Now the river looks nothing like our skins. Its scales mistaken for sunlight or blood, then becoming them. Each gleams twice once left behind, its gold watch hypnotic. New sadnesses ungather every time; I’ve never known so many, such. Becoming boats turned over, beached. Ribs bleached, blue once. Tupelo Press |