Now available from Finishing Line Press, Vulture is a chapbook (a small book) of poems about decaying bodies, decaying relationships, and other topics of interest to vultures.
It does not include any poem about vultures vomiting when they're scared. Sadly, I couldn't get that poem to work.
Included poems received the 2014 Shann Palmer Poetry Prize and the 2007 Many Mountains Moving poetry prize.
Cover photograph: "Fowl Play" by Cassie Williamson.
What people are saying:
"This is the poet's eye that refuses to look away from our dissolving world."
--Dorianne Laux, author of Facts About the Moon
"Gail Giewont’s debut collection, Vulture, reveals that, “this is the day [that death, blood, love] will live.” Never falling into sentimentality or melodrama, Giewont’s greatest success unfurls as she reveals that “love’s at least half ugliness.” We revel in the beauty of the “ugly” and the ugly of the “beautiful.” She writes of death, but mainly of the living, those left to scavenge. Her speakers are the angels of decay, the survivors, the lovers who carry oceans on their tongues. They survive on hypervigilence, blackberries, and disaster preparedness. More lyric than narrative, yet filled with story nonetheless, readers of all proclivities will find something to excite them in this collection."
--Cindy Cunningham, author of Bittersweet Swallows
"These poems are the dregs beneath the dregs at the bottom of your coffee cup. They are that dark."
--Tony Hoagland, author of Unincorporated Persons in the Late Honda Dynasty: Poems