Hackles

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I remember thinking </span></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I am from a place where I can always hear a train.</em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>then thinking</span></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Oh-</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>                                                              I am from a place. </em></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Intricate expansive and darkly clever </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Hackles</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)> is a collection of poems that combs every bit of its landscape. Rooted in Appalachia (and sometimes flying over and away) Makayla Danielle Gay's debut collection weighs confinement and freedom with a careful gaze.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>The world of </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Hackles </em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>is teeming with creatures textures and sound. These poems creak with local folklore and looming violence; they wayfind with voice memos and stacks of stones. Everything hungers. Many things bloom. Cycles of rebirth and rot roll up and down its hills. </span></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Hackles </em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>allows readers to immerse in Gay's Appalachia: to hear its background chatter meet its living and its dead to explore its directionless wild - and what lies beyond it.</span></p>