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Poetry | paper | $15.95 | 112 pgs | ISBN-13: 978-1-945588-39-6<\/p>\n

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Upkeep<\/em><\/h1>\n

Sara London<\/h2>\n

Winner of the Sheila Margaret Motton Book Prize, selected by the New England Poetry Club Board<\/span><\/h5>\n

The poems in Sara London\u2019s Upkeep<\/em> offer a guidebook for both coping with and negotiating the difficult terrain of life after great personal loss. In the book\u2019s opening section, the speaker explains to a Martian the ways we earthlings attempt to raise our dead\u2014\u201cyou\u2019ll find that with dreams \/\/ we exhume our dead without the mess \/of upturned dirt\u201d\u2014and later finds comfort in objects that connect her to her late Mr. Fix-It father. These are elegies whose solemnity has been upended by humor and nuanced interrogations of the daily rituals that heal us. \u201cHow do you \/ do it, start the experiment\u2014 \/ gas up, each day, anew?\u201d she asks. Oatmeal and duct tape help, London suggests, but ultimately the heart decides: The \u201cold tubes, they play on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wayfarer<\/strong><\/p>\n

To say I sail would not account for my whereabouts,
or suggest the horizon is evident, or the north star
to be found. Wind rustles and retreats, and it\u2019s
entirely commonplace to find me plying<\/p>\n

headlong into the froth of my own wake.
I do gaze. Distance is something I debate
as I dream, awake in ambient brine next to you.
Next to you I clang bells at the moon\u2019s milk-load<\/p>\n

of wattage. I pay a medium toll for mixing up
stern and bow, mast and staff, suggestible (gullible)
and suggestive (evocative). Sank, sunk, etc., et alia.
But as I fumble metaphors in the lee of the licks<\/p>\n

and in the Milky Way\u2019s way, your field tenders
its miracle magnet, tugging me through Cabo-de-Hornos blows,
                            ensuring I skirt shoalings wending home.<\/p>\n

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