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A Red Knock-Knocking like a Heart: Poems
A Red Knock-Knocking like a Heart chronicles a mother’s harrowing journey through infant loss and a disastrous hospital birth, while also exploring the joyful complexities of raising a neurodivergent child. Using image and sound derived from the beauty of the natural world, Kate Gaskin’s poems sift through grief while tapping into the sublime state that underlies loss and love.
- GenresPoetry
94 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 27, 2026
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April 7, 2026
A collection of poems about losing an infant, parenting a neurodivergent child, marriage, love, loss, and hope.
from Still Life with Mixing Bowl: "Over the book / we bend, as if in prayer, which baking is / of a kind—that bread will rise, that the center / will set, that the boy will measure flour, sugar, / a thimbleful of salt, that this ordinary act / with his mother will be enough, in this moment, / to calm the hurt animal of his nervous system, / to ease his frustration when language is a carrot / and a stick."
from Pastoral with Pink Horses: "what was there to do // that day except watch pink horses / in their little pen under pines that stretched / all the way, I swear, to something // as awful, as luminous as heaven."
from Landscape with Possible Unidentified Flying Object: "I want to believe / I can go beyond my own understanding / of this plainly heartbroken world— // its starfish, wild fruit, and gleaming."
from Still Life with Mixing Bowl: "Over the book / we bend, as if in prayer, which baking is / of a kind—that bread will rise, that the center / will set, that the boy will measure flour, sugar, / a thimbleful of salt, that this ordinary act / with his mother will be enough, in this moment, / to calm the hurt animal of his nervous system, / to ease his frustration when language is a carrot / and a stick."
from Pastoral with Pink Horses: "what was there to do // that day except watch pink horses / in their little pen under pines that stretched / all the way, I swear, to something // as awful, as luminous as heaven."
from Landscape with Possible Unidentified Flying Object: "I want to believe / I can go beyond my own understanding / of this plainly heartbroken world— // its starfish, wild fruit, and gleaming."
March 25, 2026
Urgent, heart-rending poems!!!!
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