Rift Zone
Poems
Tess Taylor
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Poems
Tess Taylor
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"Brilliant... Rooted in the shifting California landscape, this elegiac yet hopeful book is... dedicated to grieving the world as we know it." âAda LimĂłn, author of The Carrying This collection of poems traces literal and metaphoric fault linesârifts between past and present, childhood and adulthood, what is and what was. Circling Tess Taylor's hometownâan ordinary California suburb lying along the Hayward faultâthese poems unearth strata that include a Spanish land grant, a bloody land grab, gun violence, valley girls, strip malls, redwood trees, and the painful history of Japanese internment. Taylor's ambitious and masterful poems read her home state's historic violence against our world's current unsteadinessesâmass eviction, housing crises, deportation, inequality. They also ponder what it means to try to bring up children along these rifts. What emerges is a powerful core sample of America at the brinkâequally tuned to maternal and to geologic time. At once sorrowful and furious, tender and fierce, Rift Zone is startlingly observant, relentlessly curiousâa fearsome tremor of a book. "Taylor vividly and memorably renders the complexities of an America of violence and rifts." â Publishers Weekly "Unearthing and sifting the seismic layers of her own East Bay locale, she's created a haunting American elegy." âJonathan Lethem, author of The Feral Detective
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IV
RAW NOTES FOR A POEM NOT YET WRITTEN
Japanese
ruins
gated
behind
cracked pavement lot
where the bare hills
âa riot of poppiesâ
frame
little sh
wild lupine
toppled
where they were taken
O my town.
what was done here.
My best friendâs grandmother
myfirstboyfriendâsgrandmother
I knew it later
they never spoke of itâ(to me)â
ONCE AGAIN AT NONVIOLENCE TRAINING, 2017
because the threat
& if you donât who will
we are marching.
Make signs at church.
Cardboard & markers & salt fog drifting.
Estuary sanctuary room for our hope lights.
Shalom, salaam. We root our anger.
Must now be shields to one another.
We brace one another. Plant our feet.
to stay together.
LOMA PRIETA, 1989
& for a moment we were riding
We were girls
so even when the raw ground buckled
Our conductor led us into the courtyard
even as we learned that all around us
Baudelaire wrote under von Haussmann
faster than the longings of a mortal heart.
we learned again & for the first time what
bound to collapse. Later Iâd read
funny yellowing book my father treasured:
Then as October dusk drew down we sang
that was our pathway home had sandwiched
Later I watched dismantled piece by piece
week by week torn down as I assembled
That night as upthrust settled
alive inside the musicâs oxygen. Even in the face
we must make art: This was the lesson
without a way of knowing
these years later. In the space
The new bridge glitters.
which means âdark hillââ
though in my heart & memory