Thunderbird

<p>&quot;In lines that remind me of the way William Carlos Williams insisted that only the imagination gives us access to reality, Lasky's poems evoke a practice of living, as bloody and awful and lovely as living can ever be.&quot; - Julia Bloch, <i>Bitch</i></p><p>&quot;The beautiful thing about Lasky, in all her work, but particularly here, is her ability to create that same sense of earnestness, the sense that she is telling you a secret.&quot; - InDigest Magazine, InDigest Picks</p><p>Go, brave and gentle reader, with Dorothea Lasky to the &quot;purple motel / where the bird lives.&quot; Go with her, as you have willingly gone down the dark passages before, with her bare-faced poems for guidance. <i>Thunderbird</i>'s controlled rage plunges into the black interior armed with nothing but guts and Lasky's own fiery heart to light the way.</p><p><i>Baby of air<br>You rose into the mystical<br>Side of things<br>You could no longer live with us<br>We put you in a little home<br>Where they shut and locked the door<br>And at night<br>You blew out<br>And went wandering . . . </i></p><p><b>Dorothea Lasky</b> is also the author of <i>Black Life</i> and <i>AWE</i>, both from Wave Books. She lives in New York.</p>