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T H E   W I L D   R A B B I T  Poems by Sophia Starmack "The poems in THE WILD RABBIT grant priority to the female in wildly enchanting and evocative ways. Inside their understated beauty and sensuality, one feels also the presence of the forbidden, the suppressed – a sense of surveillance, transgression, secrecy. Through the lens of a partly told story, Sophia Starmack transforms the phrase: i have become a woman. She is that rare, most welcome sort of poet who sees both the Cage and the unlatched gate."      -Jennifer Tseng, author of Red Flower, White Flower (Marick Press, 2013) "From the moment the glacier gives up the ghost, Sophia Starmack's THE WILD RABBIT weaves a gorgeous, hypnotic landscape around the reader. This love story in ghosts moves through all the seasons of desire and longing, experience and loss, with a voice as sure and present as the summer buzz of cicadas. When you visit that abandoned and slightly desolate old city park, following that overgrown path down to the water to the great sharp rock that juts out into the twilight, to sit and read amid the quiet that is full of hidden voices and memories, this is the book you should be reading. And if you can't find that park or that spot, this is the book that will take you there."      -Gregory Crosby, author of Spooky Action at a Distance (The Operating System, 2014) Order a signed copy from Deadly Chaps:  -or-

 

E X C E R P T S [alice considers history ] [ if i too, thinks alice / then the glacier / in the beginning grinding its fingers / the grit of schist and granite sticks to its lonely bone / its white soul to steer it / a whalebone whistling north if the glacier / thinks alice / then i / if i then the ice / if i too then the mouth / of the river the mouths / of the dead through my dream if i / too then the rock and the names carved in the rock / if i / too then my mother / her fringed leather jacket / if i too then the calf / and the cow’s hanging udder if i / too then the field and each wheatspear turning if i / too then the song / under the lightshafts striking / if i too then each / blade of sun unturning and the darkness / the darkness hollering over the valley / and after ten millennia even a glacier / gives up the ghost ] visual excerpts by Aliza Tucker

 

B I O   a n d   O T H E R   P U B L I C A T I O N S    Sophia Starmack received an M.A. in French and Francophone Literature from Bryn Mawr College, and an M.F.A. in Poetry from Sarah Lawrence College. Her poetry and essays have appeared in Best New Poets 2012; Entropy; Her Kind; Luna Luna; Short, Fast, and Deadly, and other journals and anthologies. Sophia is the writing coordinator at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, where she was a fellow in 2014-15. READ: "Tocatta + Fugue" at SHORT, FAST, AND DEADLY LISTEN: "The Call" + "Anthony and the Night Visit" at SHANKPAINTER WATCH: Excerpts from The Wild Rabbit at TALKS AT GOOGLE READ: "Savonarola's Dream" at THE IDES OF MARCH "The telephone wires fly by, and I squint my eyes and rearrange the world to my liking, making the running lines meet, then explode off of the thin black heating wires that run across the rear window." READ: "How I Learned To Write" at ENTROPY (essay) That night, Dion and I went to our favorite laundromat, where I folded and unfolded the coat, rubbing the white ash into my palms. I thought I had put away my grief, yet now that I was holding her again in my hands, I wasn't sure I was ready to lose this last little bit of Peggy, didn't know if I wanted to scrub away this sudden pain. READ: "The Dark Journey To Mourning My Sister" at LUNA LUNA (essay)

 

 

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