A Mother Is A Story With No

Our Minds Are Mysterious; Our Conscious Brain Is Like A Ship On A Sea That Is Obscure To Us.

Writing Has Always Been The Primary Way I Make Sense Of The World.

Nothing Prepared Me For The Loss Of My Mother. Even Knowing That She Would Die Did Not Prepare Me.

A Mother, After All, Is Your Entry Into The World. She Is The Shell In Which You Divide And Become A Life. Waking Up In A World Without Her Is Like Waking Up In A World Without Sky: Unimaginable.

With Ferocity And Extraordinary Craft, Lizzie Harris Has Made A Book Of Poems That Resonates Far Beyond The Personal Stories It Tells. Stop Wanting Reveals, In Every Lyric, Its Author's Profound Metaphorical Gifts. In Its Ironies And Intensities, It Brings To Mind A Writer Like The Young Sylvia Plath, Though What Is Startling About Harris' S Work Is The Way It Combines Those Gifts With A Muted, Deft Self-awareness. Most Of All, These Are Wonderfully Shaped, Powerful, And Surprising Poems-a Startling Debut.