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SEED WHEEL
APRICOTS OF DONBAS
Masquerade
ECCENTRIC DAYS OF HOPE AND SORROW
TRIAGE  
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  Renée Rossi

ISBN 978-0-9908193-8-7     $18      5.5 x 8.5       

84 pp      
PUB DATE: March 2016       Poetry





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In Renée Rossi’s new collection, Triage, we feel the urgency of trying to address problems on many fronts at the same time, especially serious medical ones, divorce, and an aging parent, but there’s never self-pity here; rather there’s an eye always open to, and appreciative of, the beauty and marvels of the world. In poems and prose poems, quiet intimate moments intersect with large socio-political issues. Beautiful, beguiling, real.

—Nance Van Winckel, author of Pacific Walkers

Renée Rossi writes with a spare and hard-bitten realism, yet her poems are also willing to venture to those liminal places where the world of waking reality gives way to the realm of dream and phantasm. Like Tomas Transtromer—whose poems Rossi’s remind me of—she has spent much of her life in the medical profession, and perhaps this accounts for her awareness of the body as both a place of mystery and the site of relentless suffering. And yet these poems are consoling rather than stoic, and bracing in their investigations of our transience. Triage is a haunted and compelling collection, a superb debut.

—David Wojahn, author of Interrogation Palace: New & Selected Poems 1982–2004

 

 

About the Author

Renée Rossi

Renée Rossi has published two poetry chapbooks: StillLife, winner of the 2009 Gertrude Press Chapbook Prize in poetry, and Third Worlds. She is an Otolaryngologist, holds an MFA in Creative Writing, and has recently been certified in Ayurvedic Medicine. A native of Detroit, she currently lives and teaches in Dallas.

 

CLEAN CONTAMINATED

Where coyote howls bend the moon,
where a cottonmouth slides into the river.

When oboes play, when your mother crawls
for her last Percocet. I was a mother

once, I loved all their wounds.

I painted them in iodine.

—Renée Rossi