Poetry. This brave and remarkable debut functions as one long poem and achieves extension through Stein-like repetition, and meaning through accretion and excess. In seeking a metaphorical ideal, Killough's struggle to write is a struggle to understand her feelings for her nation-a process akin to a mother learning that her child is a murderer, a truth from which there can be no refuge or respite. "Ann Killough's voice is self-aware, skeptical, and inconsolable. With bracketed lower case titles and long strophic lines, with fragmented echoes of the white whale and the open road, and with proliferating metaphors that question the worth and nature of metaphor itself, Killough probes the soul of 21st century America and gives our own quiet desperation a name and vivid shape"--Fred Marchant. Ann Killough's work has appeared in Fence, Field, Poetry Ireland, Sentence and elsewhere. Her chapbook Sinners in the Hands: Selections from the Catalog received the 2003 Robert Phillips Poetry Chapbook Prize. She lives in Brookline, Massachusetts, where she is a coordinator of the BrooklinePoetry Series, as well as of the Mouthful Reading Series in Cambridge.

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