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120 pages, Paperback
Published July 8, 2025
At any given time just one of Emily Dickinson's white dresses is planted in her bedroom like a flag on the moon, + stiff and awkward, trying to float on a breeze that does not blow. + A room that has been celebrated for housing a mind that looked like no one else's mind ever. And this is apparently true, for – put them side by side –+. A mind capable of making poems like lace, full of gaps and pauses and absences. All those variants letting us listen in as she works out a live problem on the page. All those em-dashes with dots over the top, turning connective pauses into birds, inviting us to leap from one space to the next. To keep the vast horizon of her mind in line. As if her words were signals bounced from places more vast than we can imagine—reflected off the moon's surface—returned to us overheard.
+– hold them – Blue to Blue –