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About the Author
Sonja James is the author of Calling Old Ghosts to Supper (Finishing Line Press, 2013), Children of the Moon (Argonne House Press, 2004), and Baiting the Hook (the Bunny & the Crocodile Press, 1999). Her poems have appeared in FIELD, the Gettysburg Review, 32 Poems, Court Green, Beloit Poetry Journal, Gargoyle, The Iowa Review, Verse Daily, The South Carolina Review, and Poet Lore, among others. Among her honors are three Pushcart Prize nominations. In addition, she writes a weekly poetry book review column for The Journal, which is a West Virginia newspaper.
THE WHITE SPIDER IN MY HAND: Poems
Sonja JamesScarith, 2015
90 Pages
ISBN 978-0-9906939-9-4 Paperback
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About the Author
Sonja James is the author of Calling Old Ghosts to Supper (Finishing Line Press, 2013), Children of the Moon (Argonne House Press, 2004), and Baiting the Hook (the Bunny & the Crocodile Press, 1999). Her poems have appeared in FIELD, the Gettysburg Review, 32 Poems, Court Green, Beloit Poetry Journal, Gargoyle, The Iowa Review, Verse Daily, The South Carolina Review, and Poet Lore, among others. Among her honors are three Pushcart Prize nominations. In addition, she writes a weekly poetry book review column for The Journal, which is a West Virginia newspaper.
About the book
Sonja James’s The White Spider in My Hand is a collection of postmodern poetry that explores the intensities and nuances of feminist expression. The poems address the subjects of family, the natural world, and contemporary society. The volume contains structured free verse, narratives, lyrics, and poems that are formal in style.
Praise
“Sonja James effortlessly fuses the natural and the supernatural, the mythic and the mundane. Because of her skill at condensing such diverse worlds, these poems glow and reverberate with meaning.”
—Elaine Equi, author of Click & Clone
“As the title of this rich collection suggests, The White Spider in My Hand buckles with the thrills and tensions of living as a fallen human in an innocent natural world.”
—Elizabeth Savage, author of Grammar
“I read this book the way I would read a gallery of paintings were they not paintings but songs, for James plays images like notes—often one precise half-step shy of the reader’s expectation… You’ll play them over and over again: a needle on a record’s grooves, a light touch tracing a wound—releasing song.
—Ida Stewart, author of Gloss. Winner of the 2011 Perugia Press Prize