Kate Buckley

Follow Me Down Kate Buckley

Poetry. Vivid, passionate, pulsing with life in the face of loss and pain, these incantations bravely seek to void The Void. They are poems to conjure with--Charles Harper Webb. 15th century painter Cennini spoke of the art of 'unseen things hidden in the shadow of natural ones.' Like 'a sea turning in on itself' Kate Buckley's poems speak to this, moving together, folding and unfolding the echoes of a voice in place, a voice out of place, 'salt licking salt--/coming home.' FOLLOW ME DOWN maps out the geography of longing where sometimes 'you walk the yellow fields, ' sometimes 'the moon sets itself on fire, ' lighting up the distances between the past and the future. Buckley's parenthetical considerations, her ache and intellect coincide in a sensuous, revelatory motioning toward that inspired sanctuary of who we are--Elena Karina Byrn