- Paperback: 62 pages
- Publisher: Black Lawrence Press (November 15, 2016)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 1625579586
- ISBN-13: 978-1625579584
- Product Dimensions: 0.5 x 5.8 x 8.5 inches
- Shipping Weight: 5 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
- Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars See all reviews (1 customer review)
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,564,475 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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My Dim Aviary
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About the Author
MY DIM AVIARY (Black Lawrence Press, 2016) is Gillian Cummings' first book. She has also written three chapbooks, Ophelia (dancing girl press, forthcoming), Petals as an Offering in Darkness (Finishing Line Press, 2014), and Spirits of the Humid Cloud (dancing girl press, 2012). Her poems have appeared in Barrow Street, Boulevard, The Cincinnati Review, the Colorado Review, The Cream City Review, Denver Quarterly, The Laurel Review, Linebreak, The Massachusetts Review, The Paris-American, Quarterly West, in other journals and in the anthologies Myrrh, Mothwing, Smoke (Tupelo Press, 2013) and The Doll Collection (Terrapin Books, 2016). In 2008, she was awarded a Dorothy Sargent Memorial Fund Poetry Prize. A graduate of Stony Brook University (BA, English) and of Sarah Lawrence College's MFA program, Gillian lives in Westchester County, New York. She is also a visual artist.
Top Customer Reviews
What fills the pages of this brief but transcendent body of prose poems is a taste of Paris, of erotica, and of the flavor of fin de siècle France. Gillian’s work must be read in its entirety to appreciate the scope of the character’s life she inhabits, but a single poems offers the flavor.
The missing among us, the vanished girls, speak as damp shadows under stones, cool and mossy and still, a silence like God’s. A key, a small key, forbidden to use, keeps the chill of blood in the cellar, a stain that won’t rub off with sand or pumice or the frenzy of hands to hide what the body knows: heavy hang the apples engorged on broken boughs. I called to my sister, Let your vision be our prayer, let horses trample earth hot with speed to cancel this fever gonging soundless in our temples.Read more ›