Subject: SALE! Triggermoon Triggermoon by Julia Cohen
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Date: 8/13/12, 00:08
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About the Book

 How many ways can we touch, be warm? And how can we de-center the very place where we stand? Julia Cohen’s first full-length collection, Triggermoon Triggermoon, attempts to answer these questions in lyric poems that mix autobiographical memories with paratactic & de-gendered voices. Arresting and unsettling, Cohen’s poems speak in breathless wonder & youthful exuberance, yet are grounded in mature concern for the "generation that hasn't happened." They extend beyond the individual speech act, making more meaning than any solitary voice could tell. Triggermoon Triggermoon is a lyric disrobing, not of personal narrative or story, but of how to let go of one rung while jumping for the other.

 

Praise

 

The poetics enacted in Triggermoon Triggermoon is rare in its exuberance and delicate humanity, its wistful acceptance of imperfection as the human condition, imperfection as a kind of pet we grow to love and depend upon. I have grown to love and depend upon this book.

—Bin Ramke

 

Julia Cohen’s poems will knock you out with their fresh logics like some moon-governed dream. Echoes echo, moons moon, the animate world amazes repeatedly with its agile turns of meaning and sound. With its two-headed kitten, its insurgent billy goats, its capillary action, this collection is half in the world and half in the “non-world” that “occasionally rolls over you,” utterly grounded in the domestic and wildly transformative.

—Elizabeth Willis

About the Author

Julia Cohen is the author of 10 chapbooks. Her work has been published in 6x6, Columbia Poetry Review, Octopus, and 1913 amongst others. She is the poetry editor of Saltgrass and the Associate Editor of the Denver Quarterly. 

She can be found at: www.onthemessiersideofneat.blogspot.com.

Hello Pedestrian, I Hope

it’s not too wind-torn

out there- these shutters are

 

just for show. You have

the warmest bones I’ve ever

 

met. The woodpile is dwindling

while my androgyny is a perfect

 

child that cannot stack.

 

In the cluttered road, it is

an industrial maneuver

 

to threaten the neck when it

is the only flora found

 

upon us. I mean to tell you I keep

forgetting the hope I was hoping for.

 

When the grasses reclaim

the streets, the pedestrians

 

take to the woods. Luckily,

I hid the ax in the stem

 

of the factory’s floral design.

Remind me how your bones

 

are warmer than kindling.

 

There is something living in these

lives I’ve not yet found.

 

 

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ISBN: 978-0-9826364-2-8

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