Librería Samer Atenea
Kálamo Books
Librería Elías (Asturias)
Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
Christine Marshall’s collection is a winner of the Dryden-Vreeland Prize from Gunpowder Press. '’Joy is seldom pure’ we’re told in Night Halves’ very first poem, but reading this book is pure joy, even though it puts us face-to- face with the kinds of difficulties that can make a person describe herself as ’a glass box/slipping from the shelf.’ There is childbirth ('Blind. Headlong'), the brain fog of brand-new motherhood ('There, there now. / Not a cloud in sight- / or is it all-cloud? / Never mind.'), watching an aging parent disintegrate ('His teeth have turned so brittle, now / that night’s unrolled its black tongue/in his mouth'), and the speaker’s own precarious health ('Pretend I can / know whether I’m treading the past/or holding the future’s hand'). These poems, born of acute honesty and deep observation, abound in exquisite descriptions and understated profundities, always keeping us aware that 'The world is an equation, /the sky too slim to hold us all.'-Jacqueline Osherow, Author of My Lookalike at the Krishna Temple: Poems'Rendered with an artist’s eye, creating a powerful collection of lyrical meditations testing out what pain and grief will hold, the poet always on the edge of a ’sense of meaning / just beyond the field where I stand / with my boy.’ Lovely. ' -Glenn Freeman, Author of Drinking with O’Hara
