Wideawake Field

The chairs have come in and the crisp yellow thwock of the ball being hit says somehow, now that it's fall, I'm a memory of myself. My whole old life I mourn you sometimes in places you would have been. October The poems in this fierce debut are an attempt to record what matters. As a reporter's dispatches, they concern themselves with different forms of desolation: what it means to feel at home in wrecked places and then to experience loneliness and dislocation in the familiar. The collection arcs between internal and external worldsthe disappointment of returning, the guilt and thrill of departure, unexpected encounters in blighted places and, with ruthless observations etched in the sparest lines, the poems inWideawake Fieldsharply and movingly navigate the poles of home and away.Griswold, Eliza is the author of 'Wideawake Field' with ISBN 9780374531300 and ISBN 0374531307.