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Available from Amazon.com. Click here to order (A limited number of signed copies are available
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Alison Hicks's debut chapbook gives us a poet who knows the world through tongue and hand as well as eye, who probes the intricacies of desire, birth, and our multiple interconnections with knowledge born equally of self and language. Hers is a brushwork deeply physical, intelligent, sensual, and precise. -- Jane Hirshfield The terra firma of Alison Hicks's radiant and intimate poems is what Max Picard calls the hidden fund of reality. "The bare-knuckled teeth of the familiar," "the fruit of an orchard glimpsed beyond coiled barbs." Her language aches, glows, leaches and breathes in the midst of its objects. We are made to feel at home here. 'The mystery is why we ever left." You will add Falling Dreams to the list of books you love. -- Leonard Gontarek With fierce intelligence and poignant imagery, the "rumbles and flashes" of storms both real and metaphorical, Falling Dreams asks the unanswerable questions. In this collection, Alison Hicks explores desire and domesticity, shedding light on "the bare-knuckled teeth/of the familiar." These viscerally honest poems are at home in such paradoxes as "the misnamed Pacific," and encourage us, anyway, to "ride the wild river."
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