Twang (2017) from Backwaters Press. Order here.

From Josie Sigler Sibara’s review: “By turns gritty and lush, Laressa Dickey’s Twang destroys any notion of precise opposites to show us how the animacy of existence renders everything altered by everything else. Subject and object are at times beautifully obscured so that the acted-upon becomes the actor. Once you think you’ve got ahold of an image, expect a surprise—Twang takes what feels like it could belong to you, could fit in the palm of your hand, and explodes it, makes it too enormous to hold. In this way, you feel held, instead, even as you also tumble and plunge deeper in the service of more knowing. You may start in the ephemeral and find yourself in the colloquial. Lightning may crumble and dogs may bark with their fists. While Dickey paints a stunning portrait of a southern family subsisting on tobacco, she also insists on cutting that painting into strings and building an instrument on which to play her insistent, shocking song—a melody for the harmony of the man who invented Twang. It’s a honey-coated howl.” —Josie Sigler Sibara, author of living must bury and The Galaxie and Other Rides

ROAM: poems (2016). From Shearsman Books. Order here. Or here.

From Jane Lewty: “I don’t know how to say what kind of foreigners we were.” So ends a poem in Laressa Dickey’s luminous new collection that reconfigures itself in six sections, each one with its own impulse but always circling back to the irreconcilable tension between migration and stasis. When does the act of relocating become oppressive through its continual movement, and inevitable fatigue? Can true freedom lie within the parameters of belonging in a certain space? The poems of Roam range from the micro to the macro in their scope; small intricacies of memory are set against, and within, the traversing of vast topographical expanse. Fleeting yet potent images (“patients on stone tables made of dust;” “Trees made of maps with distended stomachs”) amass to give the impression of a chorus, envicing generations of flight, the process of flight, and “homing”. Fragmentation becomes cumulative, but, as ever in Dickey’s poetry, the lone articulation rises up to speak for the whole, the “one person slipping over the Atlantic,” who describes in exquisite and achingly beautiful lines the ever-alert state of escape versus sanctuary, the vigilance of a mind that constantly navigates and sustains the “body full of space.” Responding to our world where borders are contentious and the migrant encounters a ceaseless battle against prejudice alongside their fractured lives, Roam puts forward the notion that when building a fire, smoke will blow back into a house. Something will always be left behind, to linger and settle, even though it may visibly disperse. “All the traces of people waiting throughout time/footprints mark the way::/:: they are erasable/what is left/what is left/what is left/they go.”

dickey_bottomland cover

Bottomland (2014) from Shearsman Books. Ordering information here.

From Wang Ping: “Laressa Dickey is a shape-shifter of sounds and images and spirits. In the maze of Bottomland, meanings are taken apart, rebirthed with new forces, burnt into new worlds. No one can walk out of this maze untouched.” –Wang Ping, Author of The Magic Whip and The Last Communist Virgin.

dickey_dgp_apparatusA chapbook [apparatus for manufacturing sunset] available from dancing girl press (2014).

companions-dickeyCompanions, Corps of Discovery. Chapbook, available from MIEL books

dickey-pictorialA Pictorial History of Wilderness. Chapbook. MIEL Books

mimesisMimesis, synaptic. Chapbook. MIEL Books

dickey_piece of informationA piece of information about his invisibility. Chapbook. MIEL Books

A tiny microchapbook called Little Voice Box: 4″ by 4″. FROM MIEL!

dickey_little voice box