Waving Back (2015, Turning Point)
Honorable Mention, New England Book Festival
The finely crafted poems in Waving Back, Gail Thomas’s third collection, examine the ties that both fray and bind us to our families of origin and those of choice. Using language that is clear and startling, meditative and joyful, Thomas’s poems reverberate with musicality and emotion. Whether writing about aging and loss or the sensual pleasure of plucking an artichoke, she brings the natural world into close focus. From a carnival in Provincetown to a ghostly buck fence in Laramie, these are poems of quiet power that allow the reader to feel “alive with whir and dart” as well as to experience a “banquet of grief.” In our age of distraction, Thomas invites us to listen more closely to the voices of the living and the dead.
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“The poems in Gail Thomas's Waving Back rise out of a profound knowledge of life's passages. They tell us our own stories while bearing witness to the poet's particular joys and pains. Her always observant eye grounds these poems in memorable images: a grandmother's stained wedding-night linen, proof of her virginity; 'the lake's/thick lid of ice'; the pink matador costume that undermines a girl’s unconventional dream of power. These are poems of authority and grace, alive with the pulse of desire and the mystery of our deep connections." – Joan Larkin
“Yoking metaphors of the natural world to aspects of family life, the narrators in these poems chart emotional as well as seasonal calendars. One poem finds the speaker caring for a mother with dementia, the mother’s face ‘stunned by the spill of laughter/ like a stream freed, at last, of debris.’ With silence between them, adult brother and sister ‘follow the burp of toads,/echo of hermit thrush.’ On childhood gender identity, one narrator recalls ‘the price of desire, the body’s betrayals,/ and oh, the masks of want.’ Thomas brings precise observation and earned wisdom to poems in which the ‘bitter and the sweet entwine.’” – Robin Becker