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Author: Laura Read
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In Laura Reads second poetry collection, the former poet laureate of Spokane, WA, weaves past and present together to create a portrait of a life in progress. As the speaker looks back on her life, she exists simultaneously as all the selves she has ever been a lost child, a lonely adolescent, a teacher, a daughter, a friend, a wife, a mothera woman continually shaped and reshaped by memory and experience. Deeply rooted in a particular time and place, Reads poems strip away the illusion of the passage of time as they reveal how we are all wearing dresses from the old country.**ReviewNo one can deliver a deadly and disarmingly frank line like Laura Read, whose nostalgia and memory for high school jobs at Taco Time and green eyeliner and childhood (her own and her sons) and learning (her own and her students) is as barbed as it is brilliant. This is one of the most beautiful and wickedly true collections Ive read in ages, and it reminded me of how rare it is to find someone who writes a true sentence, the one you finally say. -Alexandra Teague Laura Read is one of the great love poets of our age - her love is wide and searching, generous and demanding. She offers the fullness, complexity, and yearning of a daughters, wifes, mothers and lovers feelings. Fully human and deeply nuanced, Reads poems propose a vision of love that is generous, abundant, and self-sacrificing, but also these speakers will be damned if a woman offering so much of herself will be ignored or erased. This is a beautiful collection that envisions the end of muses and imagines what reciprocal and empowered devotion might make possible. -Kathryn Nuernberger I knew I had to go back under, writes Laura Read, as she dives once again into the night-black waters of the opening poem of her second full-length collection, Dresses from the Old Country. Someone was down there who had to be saved. And who drifts in depths? Who requires rescue? The dreamy, desirous girl the poet once was? The sweet, sad, sometimes wicked woman she is? An old, ridiculous boyfriend? Her son grown so suddenly into a man? Ill tell you, reader, I think its us--you and me. Truly, I havent been so knocked out, so heart-struck by a book of poems in a good long while. No one told me this about love, Read writes, near the end of this astonishing collection, and I think, Me neither, me neither! Until now, at least. --Joe Wilkins, author of The Mountain and the Fathers and When We Were BirdsReviewNo one can deliver a deadly and disarmingly frank line like Laura Read, whose nostalgia and memory for high school jobs at Taco Time and green eyeliner and childhood (her own and her sons) and learning (her own and her students) is as barbed as it is brilliant. This is one of the most beautiful and wickedly true collections Ive read in ages, and it reminded me of how rare it is to find someone who writes a true sentence, the one you finally say. Alexandra Teague Laura Read is one of the great love poets of our age her love is wide and searching, generous and demanding. She offers the fullness, complexity, and yearning of a daughters, wifes, mothers, and lovers feelings. Fully human and deeply nuanced, Reads poems propose a vision of love that is generous, abundant, and self-sacrificing, but also these speakers will be damned if a woman offering so much of herself will be ignored or erased. This is a beautiful collection that envisions the end of muses and imagines what reciprocal and empowered devotion might make possible. Kathryn Nuernberger I knew I had to go back under, writes Laura Read, as she dives once again into the night-black waters of the opening poem of her second full-length collection, Dresses from the Old Country. Someone was down there who had to be saved. And who drifts in depths? Who requires rescue? The dreamy, desirous girl the poet once was? The sweet, sad, sometimes wicked woman she is? An old, ridiculous boyfriend? Her son grown so suddenly into a man? Ill tell you, reader, I think its usyou and me. Truly, I havent been so knocked out, so heart-struck by a book of poems in a good long while. No one told me this about love, Read writes, near the end of this astonishing collection, and I think, Me neither, me neither! Until now, at least. Joe Wilkins, author of The Mountain and the Fathers and When We Were Birds
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