i plucked this book off my shelf while clearing some things out and flipped to a random page and after one poem i flipped to the beginning and read this cover to cover. it’s been so long since a poetry collection pulled me in like this. one of my favorite reads of the year.
I'd seen this book mentioned in one of my other grief books. Swander wrote these family portrait poems as a response to driving the body of her mother a long distance.
I was struck by how familiar the poems seemed to me. Des Moines was mentioned, as well as Hy-Vee, and I realized she must be from the midwest, and that's where the family was located. In the back of the book I learned Swander was born in 1950 in Carroll, Iowa - went to Georgetown and then the University of Iowa and the writer's workshop.
1950 is 7 years before my mother was born. These stories could've been about my own family. They felt familiar and dear, and deeply tragic in the no-nonsense way of rural Iowa. I loved them fiercely.