{"product_id":"quiver-6","title":"Quiver","description":"\u003ci\u003eQuiver\u003c\/i\u003e is a book of reckoning, a book of ghosts, a book of lineal fracture and generational fatherlesness. It’s a visceral guide through boyhood into fatherhood. One that yields witness to trauma, erotic shames, brutalities and toxic masculinity, and in so doing, emerges with a speaker beginning to free himself. Patricia Smith said it best: “\u003ci\u003eQuiver\u003c\/i\u003e will change the way you see.”\u003cbr\u003e “floodghost”\u003cbr\u003e Mother couldn’t manage\u003cbr\u003e what sated me, so she prayed:\u003cbr\u003e sought in silence\u003cbr\u003e a substance that’d soothe,\u003cbr\u003e something familial with grace.\u003cbr\u003e I groaned. Broke bodies\u003cbr\u003e over blacktop’s pane, a bottom-\u003cbr\u003e less well of blood. At seven\u003cbr\u003e I smothered a frog and fed each leg\u003cbr\u003e to my quivering sister\u003cbr\u003e laughed while she choked out its skin. At twelve,\u003cbr\u003e I pulled a pistol from under\u003cbr\u003e the vacant shed and shoved\u003cbr\u003e its shudder to a schoolboy’s temple, teased \u003cbr\u003e while he wept in his piss.\u003cbr\u003e And yet all along a Psalm, a satchel\u003cbr\u003e of prayer: song. Mother making\u003cbr\u003e contracts with the sky, while I\u003cbr\u003e tore its pages to light a fire, warm\u003cbr\u003e my hands around it. Radiant blue. Red\u003cbr\u003e from a faraway pine.","brand":"Texas Review Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":54249074753880,"sku":"9781680033205","price":21.99,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0278\/1295\/4195\/files\/9781680033205.jpg?v=1777869924","url":"https:\/\/agendabookshop.com\/products\/quiver-6","provider":"Agenda Bookshop","version":"1.0","type":"link"}