Cartograph
- Publisher
- Thistledown Press
- Initial publish date
- Oct 2017
- Category
- Women Authors
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Paperback / softback
- ISBN
- 9781771871518
- Publish Date
- Oct 2017
- List Price
- $17.95
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Description
These are poems of a woman’s healing journey from both accidental injury to the deeply imbued wounds of colonization. Cara-Lyn Morgan metaphorically maps out the process of recovery within her own body and the land around her, moving though the muscles and sinews of her own being and out across landscapes. Her words create new maps and revisit the ancient ones: Vancouver Island, Georgian Bay, and the prairies all become “a merle of blackbirds,” “wayward unsettling of red lilies after the thunderstorm,” and “soil and sweat, sunlight and crop.” She finds the medicine in each of her different voices: Métis, Trinidadian, and stretchy-pant-wearing yoga lover. In Cartograph she braids together these voices like sweetgrass. Within their woven map, we meet Cara-Lyn Morgan.
About the author
Awards
- Winner, Fred Cogswell Award For Excellence in Poetry
- Winner, Best Canadian Poetry in English
Contributor Notes
Cara-Lyn Morgan’s recent work has appeared in Geist Magazine, the Literary Review of Canada, The Antigonish Review, and various other literary journals across the country. Her debut collection of poetry, What Became My Grieving Ceremony, was awarded the Fred Cogswell Award for Excellence in Poetry in 2015, and her work was selected to appear in Tightrope Press’ Best Canadian Poetry in English, 2015. Cartograph is her second book-length collection of poetry. She lives outside Toronto.
Excerpt: Cartograph (by (author) Cara-Lyn Morgan)
From “Grounded”
How beautiful are the ruined.
From “as much a beginning as any”
“The old train station. So many of the stories start
in places like this. Our bones are the iron and weed
of this province, dry and endless. Strapped
always to the horizon, moving always
moving. Our uncle brings
us here to say our bones
will one day hunt back here, seek
this soil, scrag and root,
the sky-starved beetles. Here, I feel”