Poetry, 37 pages, $12. 6.25″ x 8.25″ hardcover, Smyth-sewn binding.
ISBN 978-0-87775-076-5. With dust jacket. Released 1 November 2021.
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Valley of Want is a song in celebration of the difficulty of naming, of seeing, of putting one’s finger on the elusive thing one feels is true. Graceful and witty, these poems are grounded in the thrilling stillness of nature and the contours of human connection through our self-performances, through our monsters, through our stories, through the language that makes us unmistakably ourselves.
“Sometimes you have to imagine yourself as the villain, even when you know you’re the hero. Don’t worry, Ross White has already done that difficult work for you. And in his poems we find the stories we need to survive the very worst of ourselves—as flawed lovers, citizens of a failing nation, willful beasts full of unquenchable desires. But even as ‘the wrappers shimmer / ugly in the sun’ and a hummingbird crashes into the feeder ‘like the phantom / of loss,’ these poems carry us towards the richly voiced solace of abundance, the kind where hunger answers hunger with more.” —Keetje Kuipers
“An imaginary illness requires an imaginary cure, or so a friend of mind used to say in moments of trial and difficulty. Ross White’s poems deal with a number of illnesses, personal and cultural (some of them as real as it gets)—the cure they propose is some compound of bracing honesty, wit, sure music, and generosity-in-spite-of-the-world. His chemistry is good medicine, the best kind, tough and tenderhearted, and I swallowed it down. I feel it buzzing there still in my head, long after I finished this marvelous book. I believe it will keep us all sailing.” —David Rivard
“Ross White’s Valley of Want is a devastatingly beautiful collection giving voice to the stages of grief, loss, and even the anger we have all felt as we scroll our screens, or when we find ourselves crippled by the limitation of our own bodies, or when we are just at our wit’s end. But what I love most about Valley of Want is the way it refuses to deliver a catalog of sad complaints. No! White’s poems demand we see the fullness of this beautiful world—that we keep looking, that we turn through the darkness and take in the world’s most tender joy.” —Nandi Comer
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