Interstitial Archaeology

Felicia Zamora is the author of six books of poetry, including Quotient; I Always Carry My Bones, winner of the Iowa Poetry Prize and the Ohioana Book Award in Poetry; Body of Render, Benjamin Saltman Award winner; and Of Form & Gather, Andrés Montoya Poetry Prize winner. She won the Loraine Williams Poetry Prize from the Georgia Review, a Tin House Next Book Residency, and an Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award. She is an associate professor of poetry at the University of Cincinnati and a poetry editor for the Colorado Review.

• Claws Wide in the MirrorMeditations on LinesChiralityLilacsGhazal Containing My Estranged Mexican TongueMeditations on FleshLearned IntimacyAbecedarian for My Estranged Mexican TongueExhumeMeditations on GhostsInscribing AnewSonnets to Break the Crown of InvisibilityLeaving HalvesPoem about Human Habits of Consumption That Begins with Contemplating the Walnut in My YardTo Haunt Air: In Consideration of Longing, the Potoo, Desire, Gallstones, & What We Remain Still ForTautology of Phrases, Tautology of Mathematical Logic in a Time of Climate CrisisTaut Logic of CrisisErrataTriptych of Understanding Law as a Human-Made Construct with Fundamental & Detrimental ErrorsExcavationIn the CellularA Sharp DawnInterstitial Archaeology: Make My Mouth a Temple Now, without the Severing of Life or Organ to Unhaunt the Silences Lorde Warns Us AboutMoratoriumTo Put Meat BackHawk HymnUsed to BeMonster TalkTempest in the CerebellumMars Exploration: Poem for Diana Trujillo & the Work of WonderHow Fire Works: A Fourth of July ConsiderationMonopolyNeuron Fire: Or I Want Brown & Black & Queer Joy to Be Ubiquitous: Or What We’re Made of Connects Us, Fuck: Or I Am Writing This Poem when I Should Be Out Protesting so This Poem Is a Protest InsteadThe BirdChris Martin Sings Shiver & I Shiver: A Poem for Madam Vice PresidentAcknowledgmentsNotes

“Interstitial Archaeology is all-consuming. It’s a marvel. Sometimes, a poetry collection feels like inhabiting the vast and intricate estate of a person’s imagination, as if entering a cathedral, where the saints, captured in stained glass, are the chalk-outlined martyrs haunting our newsfeeds. Felicia Zamora incorporates all knowledge: math, myth, and memory, from Emerson to Audre Lorde. The poetic forms included here are like a collection of fragments from a lost city. This book is impossibly good. These poems are both grounded and otherworldly. Prepare yourself. Eat a big breakfast and pack a lunch. This book is a journey.” - Amaud Jamaul Johnson