Red Mother

For a metaphor to work it needs to be real and Laurel Radzieski, in Red Mother, gives voice to an all too real parasite. A cross between Kafka and a horror film, these concise, concrete poems slowly burn until they overtake us through profound recognition. Dare we call her parasite love? --Kenny Fries, author of In the Province of the Gods and In the Gardens of Japan In these compact folds, curls of words on page in coiled small shapes, host body becomes night sky and increasingly intimate terms flex gut songs. Germ fable churns in compositional allegory, and a Frankenstein story is rescaled and mutates on the level of cell and issue. Laurel Radzieski is a wildly original poet in this purging of confusion and charges with whom or what speaks through what we or one carries around in the cosmos inside. --Douglas A. Martin, author of In the Time of Assignments and Acker Halfway through Laurel Radzieski's Red Mother she writes, There are so many ways to tell this story, / all sickening. / So much of who we are / requires purging. With that idea in mind, there are many ways to read this inventive and complex collection of short poems that take on the life cycle of a parasite. The poems are at once scientific and fantastical but can easily be a metaphor for our own dependent relationships. Radzieski's sparse style brings a sharp cleanness to a rather messy topic. --Stephen S. Mills, author of He Do the Gay Man in Different Voices and A History of the Unmarried