In Ephemera, winged creatures elegize and celebrate the beauty of evanescence simultaneously. The poems speak to the ambivalence of coming of age beset by the daily trials of chronic illness as viewed through the lens of femininity and love in the confessional tradition.
Odysseus
Difficult to divine how you arrived, not water-doused or mail-slotted to me, but whole in your stone-centered gaze, almost tired out by your ninety days under stars. Satisfied by none, you chose me to be your canary, waiting, green with hope for
your return. Coming home from the back-woods, you made me into your mooring, fashioned yourself into a pilgrim to my bed’s unmade shrine. I’ll make a Ulysses out of you yet. Yes, the butterfly kind, blue body mild as the Aegean, crushing.
I will weave our dreams never go back to sea without me as your mate.
The debut chapbook from this young poet is a magical glimpse into the strange, intimate world of girlhood where the concepts of life, death, and wellness shiver through the reader with each poem. The shadowy, overlooking underlings of nature sneak throughout the book; the insects, pollen, and critters are advocates for the small, quiet, and essential inhabitants of the world. Ephemera presents a hazy, sweet, and melancholy coming of age story.