Poems from Alice Fulmer

Release Date: 1 May, 2023

“…Run me past the aqueducts,
of misery waft me, sift me, calibrate the
portions of my soul unmotherseen. 
Prepare me for a harvest of nines
and nones and kneed in me those
moments in meadows and prices
Of pearls. Craft me into a homily
of the Earth and its green spots.”

From Alice Fulmer comes a collection of poems lushly vulnerable and soul-shakingly sensual. As with the best magical realism, her poems reveal just past arid city streets a sudden swell of verdant life.

“In that golden aged year, I learned that Grief is
a place you go, where you hang out with
dryads with tall tales, dripping off their boughs,
just to fill Apollo’s birdbaths with coins at the bottom.”