A record of visionary experience in the wake of loss
In Lapis , poet Kerri Webster writes into the vast space left by the deaths of three her mother, a mentor, and a friend. Using a wide array of lyric forms and meditations, Webster explores matrilineages both familial and poetic, weaving together death, spirituality, women, and a sense of the shifting earth into one "doctrine of Non-linear Revelation."
Elegy
And I was equal to my the mums blackening; sorrow a carboned figurine; the firmament steaming; your ashes interred in the boulder; the ugly birds crying dolor dolor dolor; the sky smoke-choked―what, then, would you have had be my register? As the beasts of the field rub their antlers off with ooh-itch pleasure; as the screen says You often open around this time; as the grapes sometimes we're the pilgrim, sometimes we're the site.
Kerri Webster received her MFA in Creative Writing from Indiana University, where she was a Lilly Fellow. Her work has appeared in such publications as the Antioch Review, Boston Review, Ploughshares, Pleiades, and VOLT. Her chapbook Rowing Through Fog was chosen by Carl Phillips in 2003 for publication by the Poetry Society of America. Her debut collection, We Do Not Eat Our Hearts Alone, was published in 2005 by University of Georgia Press. Her second chapbook, Psalm Project, is forthcoming from Albion Books. She has taught at Boise State University and has served as Visiting Writer-in-Residence at Washington University in St. Louis.
Kerri Webster and I were in the same writing class at Boise State Univ. about 25 or 30 years ago. Since then she's published 4 books and teaches at Boise State. To quote from the cover; "In Lapis, poet Kerri Webster writes into the vast space left by the deaths of three women: her mother, a mentor, and a friend. Using a wide array of lyric forms and meditations, Webster explores matrilineages both familial and poetic, weaving together death, spirituality, the feminine, and a sense of the shifting earth into one "doctrine of Non-linear Revelation" I found these poems, many of them untitled, a bit dark and mysterious, but also personal and heart felt. Webster has a great vocabulary and knows how and when to use words. She gives the reader multiple perspectives in a line or two and leaves us contemplating the possibilities.