Patricia Kirkpatrick's splendid new book, Blood Moon, carries us away to so many places and helps us 'see farther' indeed, even asking our most present questions. What comes next? Who knows what? -Naomi Shihab Nye, New York Times Magazine
These poems are quiet, awash in subtlety and beauty. At the same time, they tackle injustice, racism, immigration, and the vulnerability of children. Days after reading Blood Moon my thoughts return to the coyote whose 'rash fur' the narrator kept seeking after it was gone. In that line, and throughout Blood Moon, Patricia Kirkpatrick shares moments of recognition that haunt and resonate. Consume this book slowly and savor it. -Frances Phillips
The stark, looking-back poems in this collection show painfully how an earlier era-subject to status quo preferences and complacency-foreshadows our own era of discord and uncertainty. These poems realize with great poignancy how threads in the earlier veil were already beginning to fray. This is a book about many realities, but its widest reach is to register the contrast between what we were taught when young, and what we somehow knew all along. -Maurice Manning
Few books of contemporary poetry have both the passion and the precision of Patricia Kirkpatrick's Blood Moon. I'm in awe of Kirkpatrick's ability to reconcile conviction with openness. Her poems counter the injustices of our time not with rhetoric but with abiding curiosity, cunning resourcefulness. Asking herself and her reader, 'how do you know, how do you / ever know,' Kirkpatrick returns us to the particularity of words themselves-of syllables even. While examining the duplicities of language, the barbed difficulties, the histories of hurt, Kirkpatrick at the same time renews that language. Poems such as 'Learning to Read, 1963,' 'Lessons,' 'Oboe Notes,' and 'Poem with a Subject' restore my faith in the art of poetry. This is a vital collection from a poet with a tremendous gift. -Peter Campion
In Blood Moon, Patricia Kirkpatrick gives us a Baltimore childhood of unremarked racial events recaptured in adulthood for their larger meaning. She observes the unholy partnership of denials that paradoxically acknowledge the presence of racism. When the poet reflects on the presence of the moon, it is as easily a nod to the privilege and costs of whiteness in adulthood as to witness: 'It is almost not here / Like a watch with a black face / You dropped down the well of your childhood.' Blood Moon evokes the connection and influence of the moon's tides, from the border to the Philippines to the intimacy and fogginess of recovery from brain surgery, wondering at the birth of a new generation. -Mary Moore Easter
Praise for Odessa
Impeccably crafted poems that warrant reading and rereading . . . Reading Odessa calls to mind Audre Lorde's 'Poems Are Not Luxuries,' an essay that examines how self-scrutiny feeds the imagination and the work of poetry. . . . Though written in a different time and context, Lorde's understanding of what good poems can and should do applies precisely to what Kirkpatrick achieves-fearless poems that have been written out of necessity and that are thus vitally important.-The Rumpus
Among the many talents that contemporary American poetry offers, Odessa shines a fierce white light. This book provides a fusion of unsentimental, realist fidelity to the subject and intense, metaphorical imagination. The speaker of these poems tells the story of her suffering from a brain tumor, and her survival, with a precise and steely focus. At the same time, she leads the reader into a landscape that's both identifiable as the contemporary Midwest and also enchanting, ghostly-the terrain of a lucid dream. The emotional power of Kirkpatrick's poetic narrative corresponds here with her mastery of craft. In nervy sentences and phrases, in sinuous and firm lines, all of which show the imprint of deeply lived experience, this poet proves Robert Frost's claim, 'No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader.' I am convinced that Odessa will move its readers for many, many years to come.-Peter Campion
One of the speakers in these compelling poems declares, 'I am writing to say I have been opened and closed.' That is the truth of this book, its small map and enormous journey. With those and other simple words we are led-powerfully-into the difficult but calm reverie of discovery no matter the condition or circumstance of the treasure. As the poems show, we make this sojourn together even as the details make news of us all.-Alberto Rios
The nearness of grief and illness haunt the deep currents of this book to the extent that the present moment cannot be verified. The world is familiar and strange at the same time. If what once was known appears to return, it comes back changed. Thus the consciousness of this grave book must be finely calibrated-and it is. The reader is brought into the presence of a mind learning itself for the second time. Most of us only experience such wonder once. I am moved and lifted by these stark poems.-Maurice Manning
An astonishing achievement. Like Tomas Transtroemer, Kirkpatrick understands what is rational but false; what is irrational but true. Supremely lyrical, brilliantly imagined-this is poetry of the highest order. In these pages, 'Beauty and suffering / keep making the world.'-Connie Wanek
As you read them, the poems in Odessa ache in your hands. They will ache in your mind and memory, too, for a long while after you close the book. They ache with the inescapable beauty of landscapes that remind us of human loneliness-you can hear the grasslands sighing in these pages, hear birds great and tiny calling to each other as they try to find their way home. And they ache with longing for a self strong enough to survive the physical and psychic wounds that have confined it to rooms where flowers cannot grow and the wind cannot scour the soul clean of pain. This is a remarkably honest and deeply loving collection of poems. I haven't read anything quite so moving in a very long time.-Eleanor Lerman
Praise for Century's Road
The voice in these poems is too troubling to be called meditative (unless meditative means to be reconciled with trouble), yet too compassionate and deeply patient to be called troubled (unless we mean unseated by beauty or bewildered by transience and eternity). These poems own all of these characteristics. I'm sure they will find space in many hearts.-Li-Young Lee
Earthy, intensely womanly, these poems vividly portray birth, family issues, and postulate a threnody of sorrow. The language is powerful.-Maxine Kumin
Kirkpatrick's poems bring a deep inquiry to her experience and a rich and expansive imagination into the world of the senses and things. They range through many aspects of human life, probing old age and midlife as well as pre-birth, raising questions of presence as well as absence. I find myself taken by their unsentimental tenderness-a mark, I believe, of all good lyric poetry.-Jane Hirshfield
Century's Road is a beautiful and generous book. Here is the world as we need it to be in poems: full of large, unavoidable terrors and the seemingly small but necessary moments of joy that allow these poems to become acts of love. Kirkpatrick's poems give us the world as it truly is.-Jim Moore
