Trestling by Bernadette Ulsamer is a stunning book of blood, bone, and body parts. I am song, I am incorruptible…says this brave speaker—and she is. She is the one who writes through resistance to say the things we’re not supposed to say. In these poems of original voice, telling becomes a splay of slashing details in which lingerie is a character, class is a character, and survival is not a given. This is a writer who can start a poem with Ash Wednesday and end it with deep hunger: …like some cheerleader swallowing/a black-eye greased football player/still unshowered after the game.
—Jan Beatty, Author of The Switching/Yard
I kissed the dirty ground, Ulsamer writes, and that is what her poems do: strike a balance between love’s grit and love’s daily exhalations. In language that sharpens our ears to the music of plain speech, Trestling takes us into bedrooms and bars, hospital rooms and court rooms.
--Nancy Krygowski, Author of Velocity
Trestling by Bernadette Ulsamer is a stunning book of blood, bone, and body parts. I am song, I am incorruptible…says this brave speaker—and she is. She is the one who writes through resistance to say the things we’re not supposed to say. In these poems of original voice, telling becomes a splay of slashing details in which lingerie is a character, class is a character, and survival is not a given. This is a writer who can start a poem with Ash Wednesday and end it with deep hunger: …like some cheerleader swallowing/a black-eye greased football player/still unshowered after the game.
—Jan Beatty, Author of The Switching/Yard
I kissed the dirty ground, Ulsamer writes, and that is what her poems do: strike a balance between love’s grit and love’s daily exhalations. In language that sharpens our ears to the music of plain speech, Trestling takes us into bedrooms and bars, hospital rooms and court rooms.
--Nancy Krygowski, Author of Velocity