The Branches, the Axe, the Missing began in a way that scared me. I knew it was going to be a long poem. And I knew that it wanted me to research. A lot. The first lines spoke to our evolutionary beginnings sitting around a fire: "What small mammals / did we roast in the fire? / What first story did we / tell?" I wondered what was that first story and that question led to when did we first acquire language. But besides all that, I wondered how this topic related to my own personal story. The poem took about one year of research, book-ended by two three-week writing residencies where I did nothing but work on the poem. The result is now in my hands. Here is a recent review by Tawnysha Greene that talks about the chapbook better than I ever could: http://www.sundresspublications.com/stirring/pence.htm
Speaking of reviews, if you'd like to see more of them, please check out my new web site that replaces this blog.
Speaking of reviews, if you'd like to see more of them, please check out my new web site that replaces this blog.
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