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¿It¿s terrible, / getting what you want, / because that¿s when you know you¿ll always want / something different¿ confesses the speaker in Cradling Monsoons with a fabulously poignant bravado that keeps the reader tractor-beamed in thrall and enthralled within the light of these smart, funny, heartbreakingly gorgeous poems. Opening with a poem about a father who ¿cut down his family tree / to build a bridge from Kokomo to San Francisco that¿s still burning,¿ the speaker in Sarah McKinstry-Brown¿s poems conversely puts down roots and stays for the birth of a first child whose arrival sets the city of everything she knew before on fire. Curbing her own impulses for wanderlust and fire-starting, she instead stands squarely within the blaze that is motherhood and family¿that cycle of immolation, flame, ash, and rekindling¿in poems that gracefully shape shift between the different, conflicting identities contemporary women embody: daughter, lover, mother, artist. These poems make art from life, and reveal the making and living of life as an art of terrible power and tenderness. These poems are pure muscle, fierce heart.¿Lee Ann Roripaugh, Author of On the Cusp of a Dangerous YearThe poems in this stunning first collection are ¿accessible¿ in the best sense of that word, in the sense that Stephen Dunn¿s, Dorianne Laux¿s, and Ted Kooser¿s are. The subjects come mostly from everyday life¿Picture Day at school, a Folgers commercial, comfort food, December in Omaha, ¿the Tall, Blonde-haired, Blue-eyed, Smart, Talented Woman who Keeps Hitting on my Husband¿ ¿in which the poet discovers the extraordinary. The lines seem like intense conversation, but they are, at the same time, deeply engaging poetry that shows a mastery of sound and rhythm and a gift for creating fresh, radiant metaphors. I¿m reminded of how great dancers and acrobats must learn to move in a way that looks natural and effortless. Or, as Pope put it, ¿True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,/As those move easiest who have learned to dance.¿ Like our best poets, Sarah McKinstry Brown has learned.¿William Trowbridge, Author of Ship of FoolHeaven, the black keys on a grand piano! This collection pits tension between reality and desire, cultivating a world rich with lived imagination. In Sarah McKinstry-Brown¿s grasp, language tackles the world of marriage, pregnancies and family with a complex love capable of cradling frustrations and grief with a patience that can ride through any monsoons and still trust there will be air to breathe soon enough.¿Lisa Gill, Author of Mortar & Pestle and The RelentingBIO:Winner of the Academy of American Poets Prize, Sarah McKinstry-Brown studied poetry at the University of New Mexico, the University of Sheffield, England, and the University of Nebraska. In 2004, she won the Blue Light Poetry Prize for her collection When You Are Born and has since been published everywhere from West Virginia¿s
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I don't believe I've ever read poetry that was so breathtaking. Yeah I've read poems that inspired me or made me stop and think for a moment or offered a new way to see the old world, but never have I held onto the end of a poem with a breath I could not let go of. McKinstry-Brown's best poems do just that.
It's like when you go to the mountains or the ocean and take all kinds of pictures with your camera. And you're excited to get home and show everyone so you rush to get them developed and lo and behold you have a two-dimensional 4x6 photo which you had actually believed would somehow convey the majesty of the moment and drown out your voice with its vast waves. In the same way we take snapshots throughout life, and look back nostalgically at events and milestones in the lives of our loved ones, but we never really experience that same feeling. Throughout Cradling Monsoons however, there are poems that encapsulate these moments with such finesse and feeling that they glow. When I close my eyes and think of “In the Sixth Month” or “What He Brings Me”, I literally see a page torn from a book, crumpled, and offered to me, but when I open that ball in my imagination, I envision a warm glow emanating from it. I admit, it sounds overdramatic, but that was the first image that came to mind when I reflected on this collection and I cannot shake it from my cognizance.
This is one collection that I will certainly revisit, particularly on those days when I want to escape the silly notions of “life” and recall what living really means.