Birthroot New Release That resonance holds hands with

That resonance holds hands with the rain that sits at the center of this collection's heart

In this elegy to her brother's death by Parkinson's

Ash is what remains behind after destruction

as something that might be listening so we can tell it what we need

Michael Meyerhofer

Birthroot New Release That resonance holds hands withIn this noteworthy debut collection, Lisa Marie Oliver gives us startling, deeply moving poems of new motherhood. Enduring sleep deprivations disassembling madness, she confesses: I knew motherhood would break my body, but not my brain, making it so eerily moonlike that it waxes and wanes. Vigilant, achingly tender, this new mother sometimes sees herself as a besotted, devoted monster: Medusa bleeding a little Medusa leaking milk Medusa eager for sun