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    To Drown a Man
    To Drown a Man
    To Drown a Man
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    To Drown a Man

    By Tyler James Russell

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     At once delicate and visceral, the poems in To Drown a Man chronicle the long gauntlet from a life of secrets to a life of intimacy. "The only difference between imprisonment and hiding," Russell writes, "is who shuts the door." Exploring the meaning of redemption and shame as related to the personal, the marital, and the spiritual, these are the poems of a soul at war with itself. They read like chunks of ore being burned of their dross. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherUnsolicited Press
    Release dateAug 4, 2020
    ISBN9781393969945
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      To Drown a Man - Tyler James Russell

      Poems

      Gabriel

      After

      How To Hide

      Ninebark

      ‘Tis Said

      When You Feel Fear

      Consuming Fire

      To Drown A Man

      What You’d Rather Not Think

      Pavilions Of Rain

      My Great Uncle Comes To Repair Our Roof

      To Kneel And Hug The Ground

      Harold’s Field

      Taking Without Asking

      Killing Spiders

      Pinch, Burn

      The Prophetess

      Beautiful Fire

      Birds, Landfill

      Light

      Rain On Stained Glass

      Danse Sacree Et Danse Profane

      Till We Have Bodies

      Holy Ghost

      Notes

      About The Author

      About The Press

      GABRIEL

      for my son, who died in utero December 2014

      I wanted to say:

      son,

      learn this,

      all things

      you learn by doing

      repeating

      not knowing

      by going

      highyo

      heya

      all things

      you learn by doing

      I remember

      your mother

      a hollow tree

      a sky

      like aubergine

      that sky

      ––––––––

      this time

      carry me

      this time

      cover me

      I remember

      stumbling

      highyo

      heya

      Gabriel,

      carry me

      and I will carry—

      oh spirit,

      I want to be

      home

      I remember

      a hollow tree

      and the sky

      that sky

      this time

      carry me

      spirit, son

      until,

      my son,

      until

      you start dancing

      highyo

      heya

      be still,

      my son,

      until

      you start

      dancing

      AFTER

      the rain water

      dries on the concrete

      shapes nebulous

      as relationships

      from the deck I can

      hear drops

      like an IV from

      the rooftop eaves

      I woke up

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