Poets are not generally reputed to be tough-minded persons, yet they often are – as the poems of Elizabeth Jacobson demonstrate again and again. At once stoical and lush, full of terse, piercing, mindful observations of daily life, these poems look telegraphic on the page, but they are intricate and thoughtful and wild, like the winding skeleton of a “A lyre snake/ its back of petroglyphs / designed to cloak/ his detective life/ of eating things still alive “ Her Knees Pulled In is a highly skilled, no-bullshit, sexual and creaturely poetry, accounting for the earthly life of a woman. If I were going to give a friend any book of poems as representative of the inner life of New Mexico, and of what it feels like to be a western woman, it would be this one.

–Tony Hoagland,

author of “What Narcissism Means To Me”, “Unincorporated Persons in the Late Honda Dynasty”, and Twenty Poems That Could Save America and other essays

This is a mysterious, terrific book of poetry. Intimate, deep-pulling, solitary, aware. Elizabeth Jacobson is doing exciting work.

–Natalie Goldberg,

author of “Old Friend From Far Away” and “Writing Down The Bones”

Elizabeth Jacobson’s poems are sly and beautiful, filled with the sort of imagery that makes them immediate and of the body as much as of the mind.  Somehow, when I arrived at those “yellow-headed rudbeckia,” in the poem “Offer Blurriness As A Prayer,” I knew I was seeing the flowers I’d always called “yellow cone-flowers” but had never known by this, their lovelier name.  That’s the kind of poetic authority that pleases and delights me, and thus it was that her poems became the competitions winning entry.

–Robert Wrigley, from Editor’s Note,  selected for Western Humanities Review Mountain West Writers’ Contest, 1st Place




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