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Ghost Man on Second

Autor Erica Reid
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 28 mar 2024
A debut poetry collection centered on strained family relationships and the search for new homes.
 
Erica Reid’s debut collection, Ghost Man on Second, traces a daughter’s search for her place in the world after estrangement from her parents. Reid writes, “It’s hard to feel at home unless I’m aching.” Growing from this sense of isolation, Reid’s poems create new homes in nature, in mythology, and in poetic forms—including sestinas, sonnets, and golden shovels—containers that create and hold new realizations and vantage points. Reid stands up to members of her family, asking for healing amid dissolving bonds. These poems move through emotional registers, embodying nostalgia, hurt, and hope. Throughout Ghost Man on Second, the poems portray Reid’s active grappling with home and confrontation with the ghosts she finds there.
 
Ghost Man on Second 
is the winner of the 2023 Donald Justice Poetry Prize, selected by Mark Jarman.
 
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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9781637680810
ISBN-10: 1637680813
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.18 kg
Editura: Autumn House Press
Colecția Autumn House Press

Notă biografică

Erica Reid grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, and now lives in Fort Collins, Colorado, where she works in arts marketing and serves as assistant editor at THINK Journal. Her poems appear or are forthcoming in Rattle, Birmingham Poetry Review, the Inflectionist Review, the MacGuffin, Santa Fe Literary Review, Broadsided Press, Foothill, Able Muse, the Lyric, Yalobusha Review, Tiny Seed, and others.
 

Cuprins

Disorder
Five-Story House
After Rain
Sestina Obbligato
Invitation
Duplex for the Noonday Demon
Shake a man, when you can, by his ribs.
Pelt
Why Is My Angel So Small?
The Letter My Father Never Wrote Me Turns Up in a Bag of Lost Mail from 1861
Links
Daguerreo
Father as Ghost or Sheep or Nothing
Wake-Up Call
The Earth Has Hiked Her Skirt
Shucking

Emily

Colorado Cottonwoods
portent
The National Register of Champion Trees
When I Say I Am Not a Morning Person
Deciduous
Nivôse
Preface
Owl
Hermitage
Spinnaker
The Pivot of the River Duck
North Shields Ponds

If Ever There Were a Time for a Long Title This Would Be It
My Womb as a Room on Airbnb
O For a Muse On Fire
Baubo
Smash Room
The Drive-In Movie
Strings
The Artificial Ceiling
My Grandmother Cannot Understand Why I Would Want to Hear Her Birth Story
The Getaway Car
Part of Me Hurtling Toward
Ghazal Flying Solo

Recenzii

"Reid’s cunning and mellifluous debut makes the song of the everyday—a quarrel, the human body, an Ohio landscape—come alive in full-throated harmony. . . . Come for the sonic joy of these poems, stay for Reid’s rich, self-searching meditations on family dysfunction."

Ghost Man on Second gives us grief and endurance, loss and joy, transmuted by the play of verse and imagination into poetry. Its thematic concerns deal with an absent father, suggested by the book’s title, the troubles and determination of a young mother alone, and how these conditions have affected their child. Dilemmas, hurts, yearnings, and elusive retrievals are magically changed by the poet’s sophisticated technical skill into living poems, works of art that invite reading and rereading. New forms, like the duplex, and old, like the sonnet sequence, offer us strong feeling and fresh wisdom and the remembered sense that these have always been what we expect from well-wrought poems. As the poet implies in one of her best, what is behind and above the artificial ceiling are forgotten depths of space and light. And the aim of our imaginary self wandering the world is eventually to make it home.”

"The speaker of the poems that compose Reid’s Ghost Man on Second is well-acquainted with chaos and its antidote—'the diamond- / shaped cycle' of form, the capacity to tell the tale, to name, and poetry’s cradling music. The array of forms—from the Golden Shovel to the ghazal, the cat’s cradle sonnet to the sonnet crown that is situated in the belly of the book—is illuminative. One feels form’s necessity, the pressure of truth upon it. Each formal experiment provides a nest for the ghost, the angel, and the neglected child that haunt this book. Now and then, a rough upbringing and its consequent emptiness can incite a rare capacity for seeing and chronicling what is. 'The trees’ white pulp is so thick on the trail / that my eyes first choose to believe / a rabbit’s warren has been ripped apart, / all that sacred belly fur scattered,' Reid writes, forever transforming the way I will see a cottonwood, a rabbit warren, and a poem. This is a book to reread, and cherish."