This is the second book in the Montana Poets Series #3,
edited by Craig Czury.
Zan Bockes climbs through the dark passages
to reveal the details of the light and also the shadow.
Her work, her mind and her wit are sharp and dangerous.
One must be fearless to endure incarcerations
and stigma and the psychiatric juggernaut and for that,
in her ecstasy of the word, she is truly heroic.
They should name a hurricane for this poet.
Sheryl Noethe, Poet Laureate Emerita—Montana,
Author of Grey Dog Big Sky and As Is
“The world is a sum of little places in little pockets of time.currency of our attention is never squandered or lost as we gather what makes us whole."says the coda to one of the fine poems in Zan Bockes' second collection Alibi for Stolen Light. From Dachau to Guam, in refined villanelles and in cascading prose poems, from winter street walks to the aftershocks in the locked wards of her memory, Bockes beckons readers toward realizations about their own lives, their own world sum. Poem after poem sets doors ajar onto those little places, and tracing the careful movements of this poet, we begin to gather what makes us whole.
Phil Condon, author of Clay Center and Montana Surround
Bockes is no one-trick poet. Alibi for Stolen Light is a collection of masterful and musical formal and free verse interspersed with prose poems that usher us through the sweet and haunting storms of a wounded life. Smart, lyrical, humorous, and horrific, these authentically personal poems testify to the strength and vision of the human spirit . . . given that “Love and hate occupy the same part of the body . . . “ and“The motive remains unclear.”
Mark Gibbons, author of
The Imitation Blues and Forgotten Dreams
From the book:
For the Lost
You’ve been turning right
at every corner; the sooty night
tangles your hair. If the moon were out
you’d be making wishes, but doubt
strings lines across your eyes,
makes neon signs a disguise
for gold. The wind is so cold it cuts
like dry ice wires, struts
and whips the newspapers down
the street in rolling stampede. You drown
your teeth in Old Crow, bite
the sorrow on your tongue in two, tight
as a clenching fist. St. Anthony knows
your lyric rambles, knows the wind owes
you money. The empty streets are long
tonight; this wind, a bitter song.
ALIBI FOR STOLEN LIGHT
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