Paige Ackerson-Kiely - In No One's Land
Every now and then I’m simply floored by a completely new find. Such is the case with the poetry of Paige Ackerson-Kiely. And I don’t even have the book yet.
But a quick google revealed nearly a dozen beautiful poems. So I can safely say that her new book, In No One’s Land, from Ahsahta Press, is going to be one of my favorite of the year.
She’s able to balance her tendencies amazingly well . . . mystery, image, scene . . . the poem from the Ahsahta catalogue (more about the catalogue, as it pertains to John Barr, later in the week) is a good example of what I’m finding so wonderful in her work.
Spring with your disheveled mouths beginning
to open. Glad I am for doorways.
For a simple frame.
In winter I allow you to guess correctly
that I am sleeping. The paw of me
placed over the snout of me. My friends
the dead flowers in a windowbox
nowhere I knew where my friends were.
I allow you to guess correctly. The confidence
you will gain will make speaking—
a tomcat sprays the dogwood—blooming.
Hello. I was forgotten. When my jaw at first
unlocks I will say no one has loved me as much.