The Anxiety Workbook explores contemporary anxiety, grief in its multitude of forms, and complicated familial dynamics via the lens of science and history while utilizing the language of therapy. These poems grapple with the ever-evolving collective and individual trauma of the COVID-19 pandemic as well as seek answers and lessons from the natural world. The termination of a pregnancy, a distant father, the untimely death of a friend, our society's obsession with Dateline and missing white girls, the estivation of the West African lungfish--The Anxiety Workbook covers these topics and much more in poems ranging from the hypernarrative to the highly lyrical, rich in voice and description. EXCERPT FROM "WHAT I LEARNED FROM THE WISTERIA"Wisteria sinensis The purple of early bruise. The slow strangle of climb toward chimney or sky, something we humans cannot or will not see. The grape-clusters of bloom don't last long, though of course you should expect this, the root right in the name: wistful. Now flowers shower down like your grief: violet and sudden.
The Anxiety Workbook explores contemporary anxiety, grief in its multitude of forms, and complicated familial dynamics via the lens of science and history while utilizing the language of therapy. These poems grapple with the ever-evolving collective and individual trauma of the COVID-19 pandemic as well as seek answers and lessons from the natural world. The termination of a pregnancy, a distant father, the untimely death of a friend, our society's obsession with Dateline and missing white girls, the estivation of the West African lungfish--The Anxiety Workbook covers these topics and much more in poems ranging from the hypernarrative to the highly lyrical, rich in voice and description. EXCERPT FROM "WHAT I LEARNED FROM THE WISTERIA"Wisteria sinensis The purple of early bruise. The slow strangle of climb toward chimney or sky, something we humans cannot or will not see. The grape-clusters of bloom don't last long, though of course you should expect this, the root right in the name: wistful. Now flowers shower down like your grief: violet and sudden.
