“How do we access what we cannot know?”


A book of poetry wrangling with your complicated Southern genealogy: this, by definition, is a complicated endeavor. The Forage House, Tess Taylor’s debut book of poetry, finds the author doing just that. The Oxford American talks to her about what that was like:

A lot of these poems are a kind of anti-reporting. They’re a record of the places where the record goes silent. The record is scratched—everyone who would remember what you need is dead, and whoever is alive . . . no one is willing to talk about it.

Sarah Edwards lives in New York. You can find her virtually (at her blog, scedwards.tumblr.com or twitter, @eddy_sarah) or at the pie shop she works at in Brooklyn, where she would definitely like to serve you a piece of pie. More from this author →