Böcker av Mamie Morgan

These poems speak to us like a best friend will over a reasonably priced brunch, and we've all got a little less serotonin than we need, so if we hear the perfect combination of words before the eggs arrive, we'll cry right there in front of the whole gorgeous, horrible earth. And these poems are the perfect combination of words. Morgan's voice is that of a friend we know we don't deserve, but desperately, unabashedly adore.-Patrick Whitfill These poems are rapid-pulsed and expansive, littered with art, grit, belly and loss. They're also about the tight little worlds we make between each other-shaded and crosshatched, valued such they hold everything you'll ever need.-Ashley Warlick My Husband is Learning to Draw reminds us that upheaval precedes creation. Like kintsugi, these poems embrace breakage, and Mamie Morgan's lyric voice - generous, nimble, and illimitable - is the gold. To read Morgan is to be cracked open and then repaired: "half filled with sand, half somehow filled with delight."-Kirby Knowlton

In this elegiac collection fittingly titled Everyone I've Danced With Is Dead, Mamie Morgan's poems are exquisitely stitched as they offer up lamentation for, and salutation to, the dead. These are dedicatory jeremiads against loss that flame with anger, anguish, feminism, and, yes, even humor. And though they are underscored in a bladed nostalgia, they are never sentimental; instead, they are "finding new ways to feel" while "flinging every street-facing window open." Swirling in the poetic spaces of this book, are caribou, witches, and chickens as well as cameos by Amy Poehler, Mary Oliver, and Iphigenia; but, most importantly, ascending from the book's foundation is Morgan's incantation for the living and the dead-the clear and sustaining phrase, "I want you alive." -Simone Muench