KNOCK – poems – Melissa Atkinson Mercer

KNOCK
poems, Melissa Atkinson Mercer
Half Mystic Press, 2018

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‘…a mirror covered by a bright cloth.’ – {from} too emphatic,

‘Like me, already like me, all burial, all mask.’ – {from} hush now & heed:

As if named by, or for, a shape, Melissa Atkinson Mercer’s Knock extracts myth from the clinically elusive and gives oath an otherness that is unanswerable and local. Ritual is not routine, here, and voice not theft. With creatures unperceived by human brevity, Mercer not only honors the bodies that move from story to story but grants the before-life of their speaking an expanse in which to lead footprint by the mouth away from tightrope’s shadow. A stilling testimony of mobile cessations, Knock is exit music for silence.

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reflection by Barton Smock

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book is here:
http://www.halfmystic.com/product/knock/

ghost exhibit – poems – Melissa Atkinson Mercer

ghost exhibit
poems, Melissa Atkinson Mercer
Glass Poetry Press, 2018

// I try to be someone no one will love – {from} exhibit 2

As if comma has been unspelled and period, hidden, Melissa Atkinson Mercer’s ghost exhibit is breathless, but not winded, and crumbles dirt over bread crumb as it makes its way by spiritual detour toward excavation’s replica with the knowledge that forgiveness is a human shortcut.

How creatively we root the artless insult and take the phantom’s blood for vivid milk. How hands-free these poems, here, pray in the privacy of their author’s creatural ask. How earthly their declarations. How open they are to the second language of the reader’s eye.

How oh we recite before learning to speak.

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reflection by Barton Smock

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book is here:
http://www.glass-poetry.com/chapbooks/ghost-exhibit.html