Pact-Blood, Fever Grass

Into the attic they howled like a fire.

They ate all the canning for winter, lips stained purple,

then lay beneath the goats and milked them into their
                                                                          dark mouths.
Their clothes came to tatters; no shoes lasted on their
                                                                          feet.                  

PRAISE

"One steps barefoot, and with care, through the richly animate landscape of these poems. It's a feral world experienced by children, a place of magic spells, divinations, hidden dangers, ghosts, strange wandering souls, haunts and folk-tales, where nothing remains stable. "The pasture / wild with blackberries, // and knotted around the knees of milk cows, blacksnakes drinking from their udders. / There, my death name, sitting on a stump to pass the time." These striking lines are typical. Miriam Bird Greenberg's poetry is inventive, deeply imaginative and down to earth. Hers is one of the most captivating talents I've come across in years." 

– David Wevill

Miriam Bird Greenberg's work has appeared in Poetry, Ninth Letter, and the Sycamore Review, and she's also the author of All night in the new country (Sixteen Rivers, 2013). She's held fellowships from the Provincetown Fine Arts Work Center, the Poetry Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and was a Wallace Stegner Fellow in Poetry at Stanford University. She lives in Berkeley where she teaches ESL, though she's also ridden freight trains across the United States, deckhanded aboard sailboats, and hitchhiked on four continents. 

Cover illustration by MYMO, a multi-disciplinary artist who currently lives and works between Berlin and Cape Town.

Book design by Joseph Kaplan.

LINKS/NEWS

Review in PANK