Winner of the 10th annual Bitter Oleander Press Library of Poetry Award for 2021
Slow, not cautious, a heartbeat away from the landscape. New England, Québec, Ontario. The nostalgia of memory; it's not childhood that haunts, but the landscapes of the heart, Niagara, Harpswell, Deerfield, Connecticut. The cold waters of Couchiching. Walking the land we love, with those we love. Following the American tradition of place, contradictory and jarring, transcendent, elusive, haunting, raw, Andrea Moorhead writes the spirit in its many bodies, in its many seasons and voices. Our common mortality, our desire to love, to cherish, to remember. An old apple tree is threatened, someone dies, an animal perishes. An immense love of the Earth shines through these writings. Tracing the distance between the heart and reality, between the continual movements and changes that impact our lives. A delicate palette knife applying textures and colors, the lens of dream camera capturing fleeting forms, a soft voice inviting us to walk the landscape together.
Poetry.