{"id":3070,"date":"2017-09-16T13:56:07","date_gmt":"2017-09-16T13:56:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/?page_id=3070"},"modified":"2025-09-25T20:55:15","modified_gmt":"2025-09-25T20:55:15","slug":"forthcoming","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/?page_id=3070","title":{"rendered":"TREMOR"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>ISBN: 978-0-9983406-1-6<\/strong><\/p>\n

Binding: Tradepaper<\/strong><\/p>\n

Size: 6 x9; Pages: 68<\/strong><\/p>\n

Price: US $16.00<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pub Date: March 1st, 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

BUY HERE AT AMAZON: https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/0998340618<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Marisol Baca\u2019s debut collection Tremor <\/em>is a journey through shimmering landscapes and innerscapes. Interlacing the past and the present through the lens of her Mexican-American heritage, Baca unspools profound connections \u2013 life and death, her grandmother\u2019s legacy and earth\u2019s graces \u2013 in poems that move the reader with quiet strength and beauty. Both narrative and lyrical, Baca\u2019s poems are like small earthquakes that shake you subtly but undeniably; life is changed after reading her.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Praise for Tremor:<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Marisol Baca, the dream painter, the undulating desert and shaking ocean caller whose poems here take you under where death delights in\u00a0 New Mexico ovens, \u201cgreen tongues,\u201d \u201cthe whole town crying,\u201d and most of all, the \u201ctentacular lust\u201d of things that no one sees.\u00a0 These poems unwind and disrupt our perceptions of the real and operate in the material of mist, fog, \u201cshingles and rats,\u201d the \u201cteal inkiness\u201d in this \u201cbowl of space\u201d we inhabit.\u00a0 I am caught in her Chagall palette, in her Remedios Varo floating realms, in her fearlessness of decomposition, reconnection \u2014 and most of all these investigations into nothingness, the \u201cinner lining,\u201d the movement of upside-down membranes and \u201cstray universes.\u201d We must notice this in our tiny life before it explodes with \u201cone hundred thousand \/ sterile sisters\u201d crawling up our legs. A serrated soul-piercing Geiger Counter. Shattering. Prize. Absolutely love this collection.\u2014Juan Felipe Herrera, Poet Laureate of the United States 2015-2017<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tremor<\/em>\u00a0is a kiln, a flood, a dirge, and a dream. Herein, you will enter a world of demolition and transformation, a world of resilient women and spirits, a world made of hearts and heart eaters, a universe where meaning wildly detonates and sprouts: \u201cOne hundred years the grandparents stayed together.\/ One hundred years on an avocado sofa.\/ Transfixed on making meaning.\u201d In this startling collection of lush landscapes of alfalfa & braids & horses & teeth, Marisol Baca is an archaeologist of the vivid and the revenant, tracing the magnitude of inheritance and the intense irrevocability\u2014sometimes beautiful, sometimes agonizing\u2014of having a body. What happens when you notice the unwieldy cosmos\u2014its births & deaths\u2014in your house? In the bodies you love? This. This\u00a0Tremor<\/em>\u2014everything knotted with memory and destiny; fecundity and loss both coiled in the kitchen, \u201cthe green tongues\u201d of chile \u201cspeechless in their hands;\u201d every life a cosmos, and \u201cWhat is the cosmos but a radial movement outward?\u201d Through extraordinary scenes, pulsating language, and an otherworldly emotional X-ray vision, Baca reminds us there is no living form that is not an epilogue for the vanished\u2014\u201cthe ocean was nowhere,\/ except in the recesses of their minds\u201d\u2014and no evacuated form that cannot be restocked with the living\u2014\u201cnebula [\u2026] mixed up in his hair,\u201d \u201cher voice filled with weeds,\u201d \u201cthe sound of bees in her ears.\u201d Baca\u2019s voice is like nothing I\u2019ve heard before, is made of the same fire and water that first sparked life into clay. Prepare yourself. These poems are ravishing in their knowing, and ravening in their truths, and \u201cwe do not know when the ants\/ will come and devour everything.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u2014dawn lonsinger, author of Whelm,<\/em> 2013<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cThere is no fence, or rather, there is this fence: a cloud of \/ linen napkins to separate the earth from sky,\u201d Marisol Baca writes, and these poems line up one square after another as a book into its own \u201cwhite, cotton banner,\u201d flagging the division between what is earth, and what is lonely sky. For the poet, what is earth is literal and enmeshed with the body: clay and straw stalks dome into the family horno, chiles welt hands, a pebble lodges the throat, and moving from their desert Southwest, the book\u2019s speaker and her father must walk the ragged edges of land mounded by sailor jellyfish blown ashore. But what is sky is much more difficult, and the book traces from family stories portraits of grandparents and a father \u201cobscured by fog\u201d and \u201cin a world of margins.\u201d The father who fills his pockets with jellyfish in order to throw them back into the ocean in one poem is the same man who, in another poem is dying, his multiple sclerosis a \u201cspasticity \/ of lies . . . communicating a crustaceous desire,\u201d and grief functions as lasso in these poems, the poet attempting to close in from the air and smoky memory some incalculable cipher. Baca asks \u201c[w]hat is the word for that squeak before a moan?\u201d and these poems linger in clouds as much as alfalfa fields in such unanswered suspension. \u2014Sasha Pimentel, author of For Want of Water: And Other Poems,<\/em> 2017; and Insides She Swallowed, <\/em>2010.<\/strong><\/p>\n

DYAD<\/strong><\/p>\n

She wishes she had the ability to become larger.<\/strong>
\nThe monolith is pointing her toward herself.<\/strong>
\nShe hates that direction, better to wash a hand, walk<\/strong>
\nbackward, turn away from yourself, eat the fragments.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Swallow a river of arrows pointed at each other.<\/strong>
\nThis makes you bigger.<\/strong>
\nToo big you can\u2019t fit in your life.<\/strong>
\nSwallow a banner fluttering, pointed at home.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Small. She is fish eye, turtle egg.<\/strong>
\nThe first map she makes is on the skin of a cloudy<\/strong>
\nmushroom. On it is written a correspondence:<\/strong><\/p>\n

the two selves looking on opposite sides<\/strong>
\nof a dividing line. Where my hand points, the other<\/strong>
\nis reflected. She is four now, she is an infinite tiny self.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 –from Tremor<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

ISBN: 978-0-9983406-1-6 Binding: Tradepaper Size: 6 x9; Pages: 68 Price: US $16.00 Pub Date: March 1st, 2018 BUY HERE AT AMAZON: https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/0998340618 Marisol Baca\u2019s debut collection Tremor is a journey through shimmering landscapes and innerscapes. Interlacing the past and the present through the lens of her Mexican-American heritage, Baca unspools profound connections \u2013 life and …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-3070","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3070","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3070"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3070\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5535,"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3070\/revisions\/5535"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3mileharborpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3070"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}