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Objects for a Fog Death
by Julie Doxsee
Softcover / 104 p. / Poetry / $12.95
ISBN: 978-0-9777709-4-6

Also available from Amazon and Small Press Distribution

Objects for a Fog Death is a series of odes to images and objects, and to the “you” responsible for distancing these images and objects from mortal relationships. With this distance comes a profound desire and a heightening awareness of earthly proximity. Through the accompanying hypnagogic verses, oceans quiet the voice while disorientation hurls it into a temporary place—hovering overhead or shying away in the murk. Is a river an object? Is fog an object? Or for that matter, is fog a place?  Behind this book lies a call for rescue from confinement and immobility, from the ineffability of touch. Out of this fog springs forth the coeval shriek of something that will not be reduced to love.


Praise for Objects for a Fog Death:

“Doxsee delivers coherence applied through language handled with subtle, deliberate emotion-fueled sense. ‘Set your / cloud to the kind of clock / vultures circle,’ and take in this book’s direct address to poetry’s paradoxical glance toward the axis on which mortality rests. This is a disturbing book, as it ought to be. Our situation is, we are, disturbing.”
—Dara Weir

“What joy to find concision and fleet imagination conspiring so closely in this book.  Doxsee constructs lyric ladders—structures made of twig, wing, fog, and magnet—that pull us up into the 'cartoon-ripe’ ether of her fancy and keen perception. When Doxsee writes, ‘Of the / sorts of vine, I prefer, divine,’ the reader can only agree, lingering in the garland of these pages.”
—Elizabeth Robinson
 
“Julie Doxsee has already produced a remarkable body of work. Her second book, Objects for a Fog Death, announces itself as a new dimension; a larger, more vulnerable, and more ambitious engagement with mind and matter. Just as the boundaries of fog are ever shifting, so are these brilliant poems, which redefine themselves and the genre with every page. These are poems which cause lemons to fly out of trucks and leave watermarks on the sky—I believe that.”
—Bin Ramke