Poetry by Susan Laughter Meyers. Winner of the 2012 Cider Press Review Editors’ Prize.
Few poets writing today manage to teach us the beauty of the simple things with such precise language and tender care for detail… as Susan Laughter Meyers does in her new book My Dear, Dear Stagger Grass. Meyers writes with the voraciousness of someone seeking to consume and somehow preserve every fiber of our senses it is about collecting place, but it is also about collecting feeling, memory, and a way of being in the world. So deftly crafted is this moment of marital intimacy and distance: ‘What? he asks, looking puzzled. He never knows / what I’m thinking. I should take advantage / of this moment. I should tell him less than I do.’ –Kwame Dawes, author of Duppy Conqueror: New and Selected Poems
These keenly inventive stanzas, unfurling like fragments of film, infuse the literary landscape with a refreshing and commanding cadence. With one swift, memorable stroke, Meyers has assured her place in the canon. –Patricia Smith, author of Shoulda Been Jimi SavannahMore than once, Meyers articulates what we as artists and thoughtful human beings too often need to be reminded of the joy of finding what we weren’t looking for: ‘you who have spotted nothing but broken shells, / pearled black and amber, / and this beached stranger, almost your twin, / this woman staring down the sea.’ And after that, what is left to say, but ‘beautiful.’ –Lola Haskins, author of The Grace to Leave