Lapis

A record of visionary experience in the wake of loss In Lapis , poet Kerri Webster writes into the vast space left by the deaths of three her mother, a mentor, and a friend. Using a wide array of lyric forms and meditations, Webster explores matrilineages both familial and poetic, weaving together death, spirituality, women, and a sense of the shifting earth into one "doctrine of Non-linear Revelation." Elegy And I was equal to my the mums blackening; sorrow a carboned figurine; the firmament steaming; your ashes interred in the boulder; the ugly birds crying dolor dolor dolor; the sky smoke-choked―what, then, would you have had be my register? As the beasts of the field rub their antlers off with ooh-itch pleasure; as the screen says You often open around this time; as the grapes sometimes we're the pilgrim, sometimes we're the site.