We Travel Towards It

<p><strong>Advance praise for <em>We Travel Towards It</em></strong></p><p></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Beginning from the instant...the oak fell destroying the poet-speaker's house on top of her </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>We Travel Towards It</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> embarks on an awakening born of ruin at once personal and collective-the tree's fall a consequence of climate change-intensified storms. Pence digs into memory uprooting personal as well as societal traumas of gendered and environmental violence born of desire's endless pursuit grasping at what / was never ours. In these unsettling empowering poems Pence insists on the necessity of remembering not only inviolable wonder but what is frail / what is brutal / what pearls under the feet. Truth-seeking and transformative the poems of </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>We Travel Towards It</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> are as gorgeous as they are devastating.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>-Sandra Meek Author of </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Still</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> and </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Ecology of Elsewhere</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>In the aftermath of personal disaster-a storm-felled tree that cleaved a house and a life in two-Amy Pence writes It was good to fill the sinkhole myself. Both metaphor and fact the storied canopies of the fallen tree and the gap left in its place provide an opening to probe past losses beauties and griefs. </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>We Travel Towards It</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)> moves deftly between the personal and the public from the cleaving of childbirth to the anonymous intimacies of strangers sharing hotels after the ever-intensifying natural disasters on the planet we all call home. Surprising and urgent in the face of climate catastrophe this is a remarkable collection.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>-Chelsea Rathburn </span>Author of <em>Still Life with Mother and Knife</em> </p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>     and Poet Laureate of Georgia </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p></p>