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Sarah Caulfield's work is inspired-in the antique sense of the verb inspirare, to impart, to instill, to breathe life into. Fully inhabiting the fragility and messiness of ailing bodies and anxious minds, Caulfield probes with surgical ruthlessness and hard-earned empathy into the meat of something that might be called (if this collection did not resist the clichés of universality) the human condition. "Your spine is made of beach glass," a time-traveling woman, speaking "To The Girl I Was," informs her past self. "It will withstand." The same is true of the seventeen spoken-word poems that make up the vertebrae of SPINE. These are stories about pain and compassion, despair and endurance, doubt and faith, that will not "fade in the telling." They will withstand.
-Samantha Pious, Finalist for the 2015 Charlotte Mew Prize
Sarah Caulfield's work is inspired-in the antique sense of the verb inspirare, to impart, to instill, to breathe life into. Fully inhabiting the fragility and messiness of ailing bodies and anxious minds, Caulfield probes with surgical ruthlessness and hard-earned empathy into the meat of something that might be called (if this collection did not resist the clichés of universality) the human condition. "Your spine is made of beach glass," a time-traveling woman, speaking "To The Girl I Was," informs her past self. "It will withstand." The same is true of the seventeen spoken-word poems that make up the vertebrae of SPINE. These are stories about pain and compassion, despair and endurance, doubt and faith, that will not "fade in the telling." They will withstand.
-Samantha Pious, Finalist for the 2015 Charlotte Mew Prize
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