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"These poems are fresh, crisp, and muscular. They are decisive and fearless. Every object, icon, or historical moment has a soul with a voice. In these poems these soulful ones elbow their way to the surface of the page, smartly into the contemporary now."-Joy Harjo, prize citation from "The Piano Speaks"      For an hour I forgot my fat self,      my neurotic innards, my addiction to alignment.      For an hour I forgot my fear of rain.      For an hour I was a salamander      shimmying through the kelp in search of shore,      and under his fingers the notes slid loose      from my belly in a long jellyrope of eggs      that took root in the mud.…mehr

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"These poems are fresh, crisp, and muscular. They are decisive and fearless. Every object, icon, or historical moment has a soul with a voice. In these poems these soulful ones elbow their way to the surface of the page, smartly into the contemporary now."-Joy Harjo, prize citation from "The Piano Speaks"      For an hour I forgot my fat self,      my neurotic innards, my addiction to alignment.      For an hour I forgot my fear of rain.      For an hour I was a salamander      shimmying through the kelp in search of shore,      and under his fingers the notes slid loose      from my belly in a long jellyrope of eggs      that took root in the mud.
Autorenporträt
Sandra Beasley is a recipient of a fellowship from the National Endowment of Arts and the author of three previous poetry collections, including the Barnard Women Poets Prize-winning I Was the Jukebox. She lives in Washington, DC.