Poetry

WE WERE PART HEARTED,
Part saddled by sky. How skies, how fences, cage a cage.
Gather trees and break down to them.
Whispering, forget to shade this henhouse…

—”Danger Makes Our Gardens”

“Overturn memory,” proclaims a line from Carand Burnet’s Henhouse. As with hens tilling soil in a garden, Burnet’s poems reveal and obscure a personal history. Each poem penetrates this history in a staccato pacing, drawing up facets which seem at once domestic and mythic. From these fragments Burnet hems together an altered language playfully and deftly, a language which tells us “nature fakes lawfulness,” and “Night would consume all day if it could.” — Phil Montenegro

Published by Projective Industries Press

27 pages; hand-stitched binding; printed in a numbered edition of 120 in Chicago in September 2013.
Covers letterpressed on a Sigwalt Ideal No. 5; salmon endpapers.
5 1/2 x 6 inches

 

 

 

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Poems available to read online:

Henhouse

We Were Only Folklore


 

 

THE PRINCIPLES OF FRAYING:
A Collaborative Chapbook

by Beathanie Beausoleil, Carand Burnet, & Ruth Lehrer

Published by Factory Hollow Press, 2012