If time is an illusion then how do we transcribe the moments of a life? If the boundaries between life and death, love and loss, truth and fiction, are boundaries of the imagination – then what does it mean to be a mortal being swimming inside the frailty of flesh and blood? If memory is unreliable then how do we explain shared experiences that meet us at both the surface and bed of a lake? In her collection of prose poetry, THE WATER CYCLE, Gordon does not attempt to answer these questions, rather she asks the reader to examine their own lives with these questions in mind.
Beth Gordon is a poet, mother and grandmother. She has lived in Denver CO, Great Falls MT, the Mojave Desert, Montgomery AL, Omaha NE, Springfield VA, Lebanon IL, Harrisonburg VA, Vienna VA, Bethesda MD, Alexandria VA, Leesburg VA, Freeburg IL, St. Louis MO; and is currently hanging out in Asheville NC where she is one of the few residents who does not claim to go kayaking every morning at 6 am. Beth received an MFA from American University in Washington DC and then disappeared into suburbia for almost 30 years. She reappeared in 2017 and since then has been widely published and has been nominated for Best of the Net, the Orison Anthology, and the Pushcart Prize. Beth is the author of two previous chapbooks and her full- length collection, This Small Machine of Prayer, was published in 2021 by Kelsay Books. She is Managing Editor of Feral: A Journal of Poetry and Art, Co-Editor of Animal Heart Press, and Grandma of Femme Salve Books.