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Rookery (Crab Orchard Series in Poetry) Paperback – October 21, 2010
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About the Author
Traci Brimhall, who received her MFA from Sarah Lawrence College, recently completed a Jay C. and Ruth Halls Poetry Fellowship at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. Her poems have appeared in New England Review, Virginia Quarterly Review, FIELD, Southern Review, Indiana Review, and other journals.
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Those two lines are from the fourth stanza of "Discipline with Lines from First Corinthians" (page 35), an exquisite poem in a fantastic collection that can be gentle and brutal simultaneously and that will haunt you after you've closed the cover. Expect involuntary expressions of pleasure as you're reading; warn your friends, family, and coworkers about the spontaneous "mmmmmms" or "wows" or "damns!" they'll hear as you read how "her dress slid from her body like smoke" ("Aubade with a Fox and a Birthmark," page 6) or how "She clears her throat, slices her knife through a tomato" after a "Chastity Belt Lesson" (page 40). If you're a writer, expect feelings of inadequacy and awe. It was a pleasure to discover. I can't recommend it more highly.
In Rookery, Traci Brimhall’s first collection of verse, the narrator is, metaphorically speaking, a pigeon, and all of her lovers and male figures in her life are eagles. Brimhall brings to the reading world piercing language and empathic characters. Her poems rip and tear out your guts. They feed your intellect. They stimulate your senses. To the poetry world, Ms. Brimhall is brought in on wings, as if by a Tural.
Review by Stephen Page