From: A Skeletal Wand
A wind has come and gone, taking apart the mind – Gone is the girl in her white slip – Beside the mirror over the sink the windows darkened into mirrors – Like an angel slapping you in the face – The wheels of the train were a runner’s heartbeat – So what can they tell us, the writers of dream books? – What was the land before it was landscape – Merciful the mirror that’s fogged – Is there a lesson in the way this new silence lasts? – I will grow at one with my dark love
Ruth Roach Pierson
Ruth Roach Pierson has published five previous poetry collections - Where No Window Was (BuschekBooks, 2002), Aide-Mémoire (Buschek-Books, 2007), which was a finalist for the 2008 Governor General’s Award in Poetry, Contrary Tightrope Books, 2011), Realignment (Palimpsest Press, 2015) and Till I Caught Myself (Seraphim Editions, 2017). She has also edited an anthology of film poems entitled I Found It at the Movies (Guernica Editions, 2014) and published two chapbooks: Aperture (Rufus Books, 2014), containing ten poems inspired by the photography of Josef Sudek, and Untranslatable Thought (Anstruther Press, 2016), a collection of ten centos.