Without Wings

Name: Without Wings
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Laurie Lamon

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The poems collected in Without Wings, like the poems in Laurie Lamon’s first collection, The Fork Without Hunger, reflect the belief that poems use language to point us toward the world that is often overlooked – the world of stillness, the world where points of vital connection tremble and come into being – the world of things as they are, without prejudice, rationalization, and verbal clutter.

The subjects of the poems in Without Wings include the observable and un-observable mysteries that live plainly before us; the poems desire to see with a kind of clarity that is fatal to illusion, that is, to discover what is. Here is history and epiphany.

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Meet the Author

LAURIE LAMON is professor of English at Whitworth University in Spokane, Washington. She is the recipient of a Pushcart Prize, and she was the recipient of a Witter Bynner Fellowship in 2007. Her collection, The Fork Without Hunger (CavanKerry), was published in 2005. Her poems have appeared in many journals and magazines, including The Atlantic Monthly, The New Republic, The New Criterion, Arts & Letters Journal of Contemporary Culture, Ploughshares, Colorado Review, Primavera and Poetry Northwest.

Critic Reviews

Laurie Lamon is an exquisite writer of lyrics…her antecedents begin with Emily Dickinson. She’s a great poet of inwardness… Her work is delicate and pure, modern in manner, but written in her own voice.
— Donald Hall

I admire these poems – how they enact the lyrical equivalent of being in two places at one time. Lamon is drawn to edges, to that precise moment of transformation, and then, the moment after—the astonishing clarities of distinction. She does the near impossible—evoke a world at once continuous and still.
— Michele Glazer

Laurie Lamon’s poems are an absolute distinct experience. Their passionate precision and deep imagistic resonance, their crisp formal invention and tact take you to an utterly strange and refreshing window of rain and sunstruck stones and invite you to breathe, and to look. Without Wings is a gift and a true achievement.
— Christopher Howell