Paperback: 40 pages
Product Dimensions: 8-1/2 x 5-1/2 x 1/4 inches
Shipping Weight: 2.3 oz.
“The potency of vulnerability combined with a voice that sings blues riffs and lingers with bittersweetness make for poems that yield a difficult beauty. Blakely’s work testifies to struggle and the potential for redemption in the ability to see the world and the self, their frailties and gifts. Her vision is unflinching, and her poems resonate, tuning forks of human consciousness, identifying true pitch.”
~ Patty Seyburn, author of Perfecta, Hilarity, Mechanical Cluster,
Diasporadic, and Threshold Delivery (forthcoming)
“‘This is a shroud, not a diary,’ Deborah Blakely Averill writes in Lovelier Than Dirt. However, Averill’s poems read very much like a diary about and a love letter to chapters of her Los Angeles experience. Averill’s collection touches on everything from first apartments to the ‘I’ of selfhood to addiction to the desperation of can’t-live-without-it big love. Her mastery of phrase and exquisitely unexpected word pairings are apparent in lines such as, ‘I like embroidering a slow decline, like pyrolytic tar,’ or ‘the mouth / opens with never,’ and ‘The Xanax / under the tongue / of your faceless painting.’ Deborah Blakely Averill’s poems are striking, sensuously brutal, and unapologetic: hers was a rare and refreshing voice.”
“Like jagged compass points guiding broken pilgrims, sharp objects in Deborah’s poems point to the agitated street corner at 6th and Alvarado in Los Angeles or a restless flop house in New Orleans before a hurricane where hobos worship at the altar of bleach, Lexapro, voodoo, and roaches. Yet communion with pain sometimes reveals truth’s dark humor. ‘Love is a light blue fur coat with identity issues.’ Deborah’s places are metaphors for malevolent opportunities where a bayonet, scissors, and the ironic safety pin prick a lover’s skin. Pain is how we know we are alive.”