From ""Deeper the Wound"" to ""Witness"", this is the Deathwish Catalogue as you've never read it before.
The Deathwish Catalogue, Part One is poetry as resuscitation. Full-force water-jetting out internal ashes. Aly Pierce fights for her life with imagery that sears the page, asking “Do we exist at the mercy of a life we think/ we should be living?” and answering with simultaneously deep vulnerability and humor: “I’m crumbling to pecans, pie-stepping my way/ around Boston.” All I know is I’m rooting for Pierce as she claws her way back out—“I’m climbing for my eyes. / All anyone ever says is how the view is fucking worth it / and I want to know. I want to sit above all this & look out.” -Emily Jaeger