Poetry by Cammy Pedroja.
Winner of the 2018 Cider Press Review Book Award.
Available for Pre-order
Release date April, 2020
Advance praise for Notes on Vanishing:
“Here are beautiful, strange images of love and longing. There is truth-telling and a little chest-clawing pain here, too: “sorry/to have bitten so/mercilessly at one another’s/loose threads.” And in the end, though the reader has traveled through water and fire to reach air, there is no clean resolution at the end of this collection. I love the wonderful confidence of these little poems.”
— Leona Sevick, author of Lion Brothers, and final judge
for the 2018 Cider Press Review Book Award.
“Poetry comes to me first through sound so that I am parsing out the meaning of poems only after I have been conjured by their sonic resonance. Even read silently, the poems in Notes on Vanishing have so much to recommend them to the ear. They are beautifully made, and, on the second or third reading, their depth and urgency is astounding. Cammy Pedroja writes in her poem, ‘Adulation in A Storm’: ‘Remember foul, felled loveliness/ how you were adored.’ In Notes on Vanishing, such wonderful lines are the rule rather than the exception. This is a dazzling collection.”
—Joe Weil, author of The Great Grandmother Light
“Cammy Pedroja’s poems say, ‘I am trying to explain myself in the world.’ She writes to us I ‘lie down in the grass like an artifact.’ Of someone else she writes ‘you speak like a cloud of black gnats.’ The poetic act of saying that one thing is like something else might be considered one test of a poet’s genius. Many times over she passes that test then raises the stakes as her book Notes on Vanishing collects itself around elemental earth, water, fire and air. Pedroja writes ‘I open my mouth to listen,’ just so you can open this book for spells to help hear and maybe heal.”
—Dara Wier, author of You Good Thing, and Reverse Rapture
Enjoy a sample poem from Notes on Vanishing:
Adulation in a Storm
My proud parts and I come in from the street,
with a pouch of honeycandy to suck. Unpocket
the lot—even a clutch of unraveling wire
(the remains of an erstwhile occasion de rigueur).
These mischievous folds won’t come undone.
Instead of a long bright cat uncurling before you
I’m somebody’s old aunt, laboring out of her dress.
In the dark heat, the sugar’s lost shape.
I’m stone to stone with you: cocked in the trappings
of the wood. Undressing, undressing, the faces
of my figure throw their clothes on the floor.
Though I’ll see some things not meant for me,
Remember foul, felled loveliness
how you were adored.
With thanks to PANK, in which the poem first appeared under the title “Notes on Vanishing.”
About the Author
Cammy Pedroja is a writer living in Portland, Oregon with her husband and two daughters. Her work has appeared widely across print and digital publications like FIELD, New England Review, Verse Daily, PANK, Mid-American Review, and many others. She is also a recent winner of the James Wright Poetry Award. With an MFA in writing from Columbia University and a BA from Sarah Lawrence College, Cammy earned her Ph.D. in English Literature and Rhetoric from SUNY Binghamton.