To Let the Sun
About this book
Finalist, 2025 Miller Williams Poetry Prize
John Allen Taylor's debut poetry collection To Let the Sun opens with an invitation both generous and resolute: "take a walk with me . . . I hope you'll come / though I am going anyway." These poems peel back the layers of recovery as an adult from childhood sexual abuse, the myriad ways a body can change to protect itself from memory, and the difficulty of looking at abuse head-on. Taylor uses a poetics of reclamation to write the child-self from a perspective beyond trauma, to document the messiness of survival, the child's flight from himself, and the uncertain path home—to a life filled with small and perfect things. Through hermit crabs and golden pothos, fungal gnats and beet seed, the speaker reclaims himself: "I am not lost . . . I know memory / is not healed by time, but / by the oddities / with which we adorn our lives, / the fragilities we need to know / we're needed by.
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Table of contents
- Cover Page
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Series Editor’s Preface
- Anyway
- On the Anniversary of a Failed Suicide
- History of My Godlessness
- Golden Pothos
- Monster
- Come Sunday
- Woe
- Invocation
- Already
- Confession
- Birdsong
- Johnny
- Hospital Song
- I Keep My Kidney Stones in a Salt Shaker
- Vicodin Thinks of Necessity
- Vicodin Thinks of the Goldfish
- Four Years Empty
- Sleep Song
- Self-Harm
- Dear Friend
- In the Garden
- Letter to My Mother
- After All
- Elegy for a Mallard
- Death in Late October Revisited
- In the Middle, Again
- The Last Bramble Cay Melomys
- Trying to Pray
- In Memory of the Hermit Crab Named Eugene
- Two Moments with This Poem in Common
- Making Bread
- Do You Want to Have Children?
- Amazing Grace, Etc.
- Mother’s Day
- Sleep Hygiene Protocol
- Horoscope with Calcium
- Blood Song
- Elegy for a Chicken Named Roxane
- Sugar Ant
- After My Therapist Tells Me to Rewrite the Nightmare
- Wherein I Reclaim the Smells You Stole from Me
- Unmonstrous
- I Call My Father
- Whole
- Love Poem for Marie
- The Boy Thinks of After
- Here
- How
- Prayer
- To Carry
- Acknowledgments
