Chapters (54)
- Cover
- BRUTE
- BRUTE
- Copyright
- Dedication
- BRUTE
- I: MY HISTORY AS
- MY HISTORY AS
- BRUTE STRENGTH
- IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO KEEP WHITE MOTHS
- I HAVE READ THE WHOLE MOON
- ELEGY WITHOUT A SINGLE TREE I CAN SAVE
- IN MARCH WHEN YOU TELL ME YOU DON’T
- [IN DEFEAT I WAS PERFECT]
- ELEGY WITH A SHIT-BROWN RIVER RUNNING THROUGH IT
- PHILADELPHIA
- THE BRUTE / BRUTE HEART
- II: GIRL SAINTS
- GIRL SAINTS
- DEAR KATIE
- ELEGY WITH FEATHERS
- DEAR RUTH
- [IT WASN’T ABOUT LOVE]
- ELEGY WITH SYMPTOMS
- INDICTMENT
- LETTER TO S, HOSPITAL
- RULES FOR A BODY COMING OUT OF WATER
- DEAR EMILY
- III: CIRCLE
- AUBADE WITH BOUNDARIES
- FOUR HAWKS
- HOW TO MEND A FAUCET DRIPPING THREAD
- ELEGY WITH BLACK SMOKE
- [FOR DAYS I WAS SILENT]
- ELEGY FOR R
- [REMARKABLE THE LITTER OF BIRDS]
- SELF-PORTRAIT WITH HAWK & ARMADA
- MARCH IS MARCH
- THANK YOU WHEN I’M AN AXE
- IV: BRIGHT LANDSCAPE
- NO, I DO NOT WANT TO CONNECT WITH YOU ON LINKEDIN
- CLEF
- BRUTE FORCE
- ELEGY WITH SYMPATHY
- AUBADE WITH ATTENTION TO PATHOS
- II.
- III.
- IV.
- V.
- FIGURE OF WOMAN COMING OUT OF A WALL
- ELEGY WITH RABBITS
- [EURYDICE]
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
Eurydice. So I stand in my coat. We’re almost a whole shadow now from far away.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thank you to the editors of the following journals, where some of these poems first appeared, sometimes in alternate versions:
The Adroit Journal, “Aubade with Attention to Pathos”
Bennington Review, “Elegy with Symptoms”
Blackbird, “Figure of Woman Coming Out of a Wall” & “It’s Impossible to Keep White Moths”
Black Warrior Review, “Self-Portrait with Hawk & Armada”
BOAAT Journal, “[It wasn’t about love]”
Colorado Review, “[Eurydice]”
Copper Nickel, “Dear Emily”
Crab Orchard Review, “The Brute / Brute Heart”
Crazyhorse, “Brute Force” & “[Remarkable the litter of birds]”
Devil’s Lake, “Aubade with Boundaries” & “Elegy with Black Smoke”
FIELD, “Girl Saints”
Gulf Coast, “My History As”
The Journal, “In March When You Tell Me You Don’t” & “I Have Read the Whole Moon”
jubilat, “Dear Katie”
Linebreak, “Rules for a Body Coming Out of Water”
Mid-American Review, “Thank You When I’m an Axe”
Ninth Letter, “Elegy without a Single Tree I Can Save” & “Elegy with Rabbits”
PANK, “Clef” & “Elegy for R”
The Pinch, “Four Hawks,” reprinted in American Poets & Best New Poets 2015
Pleiades, “How to Mend a Faucet Dripping Thread”
Prairie Schooner, “Letter to S, Hospital”
Quarterly West, “Elegy with a Shit-Brown River Running through It” & “March Is March”
Redivider, “Brute Strength”
The Rumpus, “No, I Do Not Want to Connect with You on LinkedIn”
Salt Hill, “Philadelphia”
Southern Indiana Review, “Dear Ruth,” reprinted in American Poets
Third Coast, “Elegy with Sympathy”
Vinyl, “Elegy with Feathers” & “Indictment”
I am forever grateful to Joy Harjo for believing in Brute & selecting it as the winner of the Walt Whitman Award. Thank you to Jen Benka & the Academy of American Poets, to the Civitella Ranieri Foundation & to the editorial team at Graywolf, especially Jeff Shotts, Katie Dublinski & Susannah Sharpless, for their insight, support & expertise.
Thank you to my family—for your love & faith in me, even when I did not have faith in myself: Mark & Kim Skaja, Melissa & Dave Koprek, Josh Skaja & Kimberly Giannini Skaja, Erin Cramer, Ellis & Hudson Skaja, Anne & Edward Skaja, Wilma & Deane Colburn, my very supportive extended family & the Wicker family.
Thank you especially to Marcus, dearest & brightest heart, for the happy life we are building.
Thank you to the brilliant & extraordinary women who have lived through the events of this book with me & loved & supported me in the long process of writing it: thank you to Katie Schmid & Stevi Williams Purdom, to Julie Henson, Bethany Leach, Natalie Lund, Katie McClendon & Rebecca McKanna & to Caitlin Doyle, Sarah Rose Nordgren & Corey Van Landingham.
To Don Platt, my MFA thesis advisor, who had a vision for this book long before I did & whose enthusiasm & careful analysis taught me to challenge myself: thank you for your kindness, your insight & your generosity—without you, this book would not exist.
Thank you to Marianne Boruch for helping me learn to laugh at myself in a poem & for “P.S., don’t forget the mayonnaise.”