{"product_id":"foxlogic-fireweed-backwaters-prize-in-poetry-9781496222695","title":"Foxlogic Fireweed Backwaters Prize in Poetry","description":"\u003cb\u003eBook Synopsis\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eFoxlogic, Fireweed\u003c\/i\u003e follows a lyrical sequence of five physical and emotional terrains—floodplain, coast, desert, suburbia, mesa—braiding themes of nature, domesticity, isolation, and human relationships to recover a connectivity and wonder that seems drained from the screen-tick of daily life.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eTrade Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"In her award-winning collection \u003ci\u003eFoxlogic, Fireweed\u003c\/i\u003e, Jennifer Sweeney draws a portrait of a life firmly rooted in its physical and spiritual realms even while it revels in the liminal spaces that can’t always be explained with logic or reason.\"—Donna Vorreyer, \u003ci\u003eRhino Poetry\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The logic of \u003ci\u003eFoxlogic, Fireweed\u003c\/i\u003e is human and humane; it’s the logic of a penetrative tenderness and an embodiment always on the verge of dispersing into fox, or deer, or rain. . . . These are not bandwagon poems. They don’t mug for the camera. Rather, they enact a love ‘sourced in loneliness’ where ‘with our little keys of witness’ we find each other—the very definition of the lyric poem.”—Diane Seuss\u003cbr\u003e“In Jennifer K. Sweeney’s beautiful new collection, poems serve as altars for the fierce hearts and fairytales that center our lives. . . . These poems recognize how sacred attention can be. In \u003ci\u003eFoxlogic, Fireweed\u003c\/i\u003e nothing escapes hiding and nothing escapes love.”—Traci Brimhall\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eFoxlogic, Fireweed\u003c\/i\u003e is a torn map of a state where all words are proximate to mystery. Venturing into terra incognita, into territory that might be anima mundi, maybe, reader, you think you know the lineaments, but they are altered. Altared. Yes, to dream space, but wilder, wider—this metal into bird, stone into air, mother into vulpine. Sweeney is breathing strangeness into a small body of words, and the expanses open exponentially.”—Marsha de la O\u003cbr\u003e“The poems in Jennifer K. Sweeney’s \u003ci\u003eFoxlogic, Fireweed\u003c\/i\u003e do the hard work of ‘remaining in the perhaps.’ Sweeney walks the many fine lines between introspection and observation, speaking plainly and singing. She finds moments of awe in the everyday, urging us to ‘keep afraid what is fearful, hold what demands to be held.’”—Grace Bauer, author of \u003ci\u003eMean\/Time\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eTable of Contents\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAcknowledgments    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e1 (\u003ci\u003ewhole flocks of rain\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Letter from the Sound    \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eI will break into my life for my life    \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bat Milk    \u003cbr\u003e Poem for My Son in the Car    \u003cbr\u003e Outside My Window Is a Window    \u003cbr\u003e Crickets, Vespers    \u003cbr\u003e Old Town Square    \u003cbr\u003e The Pear Trees at Terezín    \u003cbr\u003e Altar: Compass    \u003cbr\u003e Alpenhorn    \u003cbr\u003e Wildest    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e2 (\u003ci\u003eI am driving a whale heart\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Preface        \u003cbr\u003e I am driving a whale heart    \u003cbr\u003e Wind under the Skin    \u003cbr\u003e Picking Up My Wedding Dress    \u003cbr\u003e Variation on Bear and Moon    \u003cbr\u003e Jennifers of the 1970s    \u003cbr\u003e In the House of Seals    \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eTo Remain in Perhaps    \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Every morning we boarded our little ship    \u003cbr\u003e The Somnambulist    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e3 (\u003ci\u003ebrighten the road, dear\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Duet        \u003cbr\u003e When we were carnies    \u003cbr\u003e Still Life with Djembe and Black Widow    \u003cbr\u003e The Day Everywhere and White    \u003cbr\u003e Snake in the Zendo    \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eTree; Tremble   \u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Cul-de-sac    \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Game of Life \u003c\/i\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e Landslide    \u003cbr\u003e Eclipse        \u003cbr\u003e The Snow Leopard Mother    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e4 (\u003ci\u003epart fur part hollow\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Foxlogic, Fireweed    \u003cbr\u003e Tinderbox    \u003cbr\u003e Making Use    \u003cbr\u003e Altar: Fairytale    \u003cbr\u003e A Deer Story    \u003cbr\u003e Still Life with Skeleton and Sight Word    \u003cbr\u003e Vigil        \u003cbr\u003e How Many Leaves and Boats Gather Together    \u003cbr\u003e Cabinet of Curiosities    \u003cbr\u003e What Turkeys Can Teach Us about Grief in Suburbia    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e5 (\u003ci\u003ein a circular wind\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003ebike shed\u003c\/i\u003e will often show more results than \u003ci\u003e“bike shed” \u003c\/i\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e Antlers        \u003cbr\u003e For the brown widow who laid her eggs under my son’s bicycle seat    \u003cbr\u003e Altar: Aerial Heart    \u003cbr\u003e Pastoral    \u003cbr\u003e Our Laundry Room of Deflated Balloons    \u003cbr\u003e Meeting    \u003cbr\u003e Three-Handed Clock    \u003cbr\u003e Nacelle and Turn    \u003cbr\u003e Ceremony    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Notes    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  ","brand":"University of Nebraska Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":49409233355095,"sku":"9781496222695","price":12.34,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0817\/1739\/5799\/files\/9781496222695.jpg?v=1730506068","url":"https:\/\/bookcurl.com\/products\/foxlogic-fireweed-backwaters-prize-in-poetry-9781496222695","provider":"Book Curl","version":"1.0","type":"link"}