Through the half-lit poems in Bone of My Bone runs a troubling line of questioning – what’s beyond this life? – as the narrator contends with death on a very visceral level: “The hip is something/ no longer examined in the light.” In these poems’ rooms, which are like the ruins of a cathedral open to a night sky, the haunted narrator explores the real ways that we take which is ours, both in this life and in the next. There’s a chance to seize at “what is also the divine: There is no saint/without a past.”
from a new Book Interview with Nicole Rollender, about her COMING SOON Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "Bone of My Bone".
Read more of this interview here - http://www.tinderboxeditions.blogspot.com/2015/08/book-interview-bone-of-my-bone-by.html
Thank you very much to Tinderbox Editions for conducting this interview.
"Bone of My Bone" is now available for pre-order in the Blood Pudding Press shop here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/244912275/preorder-bone-of-my-bone-by-nicole?ref=shop_home_active_1