floating bones

<p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>floating bones</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)> dives into the traumas of homelessness heartbreak and loneliness through the creative processes of writing and drawing meditation and observing the natural world. The result is an elixir of healing and reconnection.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Rae Diamond's collection shows how reality even belonging is 'poised for adaptation.' With exquisite form that turns language into sleight of hand this genre-defying work shook all the language in my body until I was a collection of bones rattling in a jar and reminded me that home is nowhere and everywhere. </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>-Corinne Manning author of <em>We Had No Rules</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>floating bones</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)> is a migratory almanac a drifting and lyrical meditation on home and belonging. Built with poems of ineffable sonic awareness and tender hand-drawn sketches </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>floating bones</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)> follows a narrator who has left one home for another just to find that the new home is unlivable. </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>floating bones</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)> is the sacred book by your bedside that you turn to before you </span>sleep. In a time of housing crisis environmental displacement and global uncertainty Rae Diamond is a profound guide through the unknown future. <strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>-Ever Jones author of the </strong><strong><em>transliberatory lyric nightsong</em> </strong></p><p class=ql-align-right><br></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)></em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Skillfully constructed poems abound with images that reference nature and mortality and musical language that compels: 'still outside in/twilight hush in/spiritshattter in/windstir in/awe a drifting/pool reflecting/the world back/to itself'. This book does in fact include a skeleton full of gorgeous and mysterious illustrations of found animal bones deer hooves and antlers and human teeth with wings. Diamond an interdisciplinary artist brings their practice in the visual arts music and performance to the work which creates a mesmeric experience for the reader. </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>-Maw Shein Win <em>Storage Unit for the Spirit House</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Here Rae (the healer behind the text of the wonderful </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Cantigee Oracle</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>) frames space where paradox softens outsung by a note that gathers all sounds into itself and rings out repair. The words do not struggle to replace the other in her diction; she works </span>throughout with sous rature and grayed-out print. These and other names notions goads clash and chime abide as in acoustic space . . . All bones are ear bones? Bone-deep listen to Rae Diamond. <strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>-Erik Ehn American Playwright</strong></p>