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Deposition: Poems

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As a woman going through a loss of faith and religion I feel very connected to this book. I feel a connection of a soul level to a religion and faith that I no longer can carry or believe in, yet it still consumes so much of who I am and how I relate to the world.

I really identified with so much of this work. I am glad to have it.

Katie Ford's "Deposition" is a work of immediate beauty and pain that heralds an important new voice in poetry. In its exploration of faith and its absence, and of commitment and detachment, and of the ways by which the human body falls in and out of the numen's range, it establishes a model of question and response and punctuating silence that is as provocative as it is illuminating. These are wonderful poems. Rarely have I had so much occasion to look up from the page and see the world in sharper focus. Read this book and be unsettled and everything isn't going to be okay and this too is how to move forward.

Deposition is a collection of free-verse poetry by Katie Ford who in her potent and powerful verse expresses death, the human soul, and the inevitably difficulties of coping both with minute yet all-encompassing challenges. The brief, succinct, and evocative verse brings forward turbulent emotion in this exceptionally well-wrought and highly recommended collection. Last Breath With Belief In It: They blindfolded her put her in the closet for a month/they didn't want her dead grass pulled out they wanted her to believe//grass thickening a field once or twice dark month they had her/sit with them long wooden table why stray why desire and light came//through the torn robe over her eyes out of which birds were cut of which/hoods she listened into the night long into the closet she even thought blessing//even thought grace towards her she began to trust they had faith and truth/years pass ocean and winds and moons pass she is cold she pulls she opens//her closet any morning sees the dark corner she could crawl into its/over now but I beseech thee help her stop believing//help me sometimes I want back in.