The Force of Gratitude

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Tracing the West coast from Berkeley to Portland to Vancouver, these poems and prose poems track a migratory youth. Pushed north, the speaker wanders, working as she goes: "I was the girl who bucked hay, split wood, tore the ragged face of earth with the harrow's teeth." But even as the young speaker moves from place to place, often in pursuit of elusive lovers, a profound sense of belonging also pervades these poems. Gould is at home in her own desire, at home in a natural world that is textured, sensory, endlessly arresting. When she describes the place where "mice skittered in milkweed, moles burrowed under stinging nettle," we live there too, and fall a little more in love with this world, this speaker, this poet. -- Jane Hilberry, author of Still the Animals Enter and Body Painting (Colorado Book Award for Poetry) via Amazon.com