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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Suzanne Edison’s gorgeously lyrical collection Since the House Is Burning understands one of the most important principles of poetry: that it first be a pleasure in language. Of course, these are often bittersweet pleasures, if a poet is willing to tell the truth of her experience as Edison does here (in this case, as a wife, mother, daughter; as citizen of a world on fire and a caretaker to many). Musically adept, formally precise, both
clear eyed and unfailingly empathetic in its worldview, it’s a beautiful book-one any thoughtful reader of poetry will be glad to know.
-Erin Belieu, author of Come-Hither, Honeycomb, from Copper Canyon Press
Suzanne Edison’s smart and lavish debut collection, Since the House Is Burning, never turns away from the harsh totality of our world; rather she treats us to poems that ‘open like a slash of flesh.’ Whether she is writing about her daughter’s illness or the wildfires consuming the West, she illuminates the intricacies and complex relationships between individual sickness and the collective disease of the Anthropocene. This is a collection based on science, love, and keen attention. This is a voice that can be trusted. When Edison says, ‘But I am not here to grieve. I want to know/ about the living to come. How to navigate//by scent. How the tree grows around a nail/ into which its point has bitten, ’ we need to listen.
-Julia B. Levine, author of Ordinary Psalms, from the Barataria Poetry Series
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Suzanne Edison’s gorgeously lyrical collection Since the House Is Burning understands one of the most important principles of poetry: that it first be a pleasure in language. Of course, these are often bittersweet pleasures, if a poet is willing to tell the truth of her experience as Edison does here (in this case, as a wife, mother, daughter; as citizen of a world on fire and a caretaker to many). Musically adept, formally precise, both
clear eyed and unfailingly empathetic in its worldview, it’s a beautiful book-one any thoughtful reader of poetry will be glad to know.
-Erin Belieu, author of Come-Hither, Honeycomb, from Copper Canyon Press
Suzanne Edison’s smart and lavish debut collection, Since the House Is Burning, never turns away from the harsh totality of our world; rather she treats us to poems that ‘open like a slash of flesh.’ Whether she is writing about her daughter’s illness or the wildfires consuming the West, she illuminates the intricacies and complex relationships between individual sickness and the collective disease of the Anthropocene. This is a collection based on science, love, and keen attention. This is a voice that can be trusted. When Edison says, ‘But I am not here to grieve. I want to know/ about the living to come. How to navigate//by scent. How the tree grows around a nail/ into which its point has bitten, ’ we need to listen.
-Julia B. Levine, author of Ordinary Psalms, from the Barataria Poetry Series