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Bonfire Opera: Poems in Franklin, TN
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Bonfire Opera: Poems in Franklin, TN
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Winner, 2021 Northern California Book Award | Finalist, 2021 Patterson Poetry Prize
Sometimes the most compelling landscapes are the ones where worlds collide: where a desert meets the sea, a civilization, noman’s land. Here in
Bonfire Opera,
grief and Eros grapple in the same domain. A bullethole through the heart, a house full of ripe persimmons, a ghost in a garden. Coyotes cry out on the hill, and lovers find themselves kissing, “beestung, drunk” in the middle of road. Here, the dust is holy, as is the dark, unknown. These are poems that praise the impossible, wild world, finding beauty in its wake.
Sometimes the most compelling landscapes are the ones where worlds collide: where a desert meets the sea, a civilization, noman’s land. Here in
Bonfire Opera,
grief and Eros grapple in the same domain. A bullethole through the heart, a house full of ripe persimmons, a ghost in a garden. Coyotes cry out on the hill, and lovers find themselves kissing, “beestung, drunk” in the middle of road. Here, the dust is holy, as is the dark, unknown. These are poems that praise the impossible, wild world, finding beauty in its wake.
Winner, 2021 Northern California Book Award | Finalist, 2021 Patterson Poetry Prize
Sometimes the most compelling landscapes are the ones where worlds collide: where a desert meets the sea, a civilization, noman’s land. Here in
Bonfire Opera,
grief and Eros grapple in the same domain. A bullethole through the heart, a house full of ripe persimmons, a ghost in a garden. Coyotes cry out on the hill, and lovers find themselves kissing, “beestung, drunk” in the middle of road. Here, the dust is holy, as is the dark, unknown. These are poems that praise the impossible, wild world, finding beauty in its wake.
Sometimes the most compelling landscapes are the ones where worlds collide: where a desert meets the sea, a civilization, noman’s land. Here in
Bonfire Opera,
grief and Eros grapple in the same domain. A bullethole through the heart, a house full of ripe persimmons, a ghost in a garden. Coyotes cry out on the hill, and lovers find themselves kissing, “beestung, drunk” in the middle of road. Here, the dust is holy, as is the dark, unknown. These are poems that praise the impossible, wild world, finding beauty in its wake.

















