Ghost Skin

by Wren Hanks

Wren’s Ghost Skin is a haunted little chapbook about identity and ancestry, at once a eulogy for what is lost, a grandmother, and a falling away of the past self, a transition into new-self. The language is lush and image-heavy, speaking of moon jellies, trumpet vines, and red feathers—Gorgons and thistles and bones. Divine with this speaker, discover the things embedded into their skin like memory, rooted deep and blooming.

Genres: Poetry

24 pages, Handmade Chapbook

First published October 26, 2016

Reviews

[YZ]

I am haunted by someone living, and I feel these poems.

[Susan · Rating 5 out of 5]

A charming book -- like in the way one charms a snake -- you're unexpectedly hypnotized.

"So this is the henhouse. The truth female north. Chickens stampede over my fish-tailed body, stew the fabric with the shit on their feet.

So this is the ghost space. The boards whistle, the house collapses. The hens escape, some split down the middle. From their insides, women--naked and mildew-streaked."