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What We're Left With
by Ben Murray

The debut collection from a poet with a broad and relevant vision

Ben Murray is a storyteller with an innate understanding of how to deliver redemption in a line of poetry. His is a voice that carries.
-Linda Rogers

The poems in Ben Murray's debut collection What We're Left With reflect on disconnection as a feature of contemporary urban experience. Murray's poems tackle themes of isolation and human separation from nature. Murray creates trademark images of surprising loneliness and suburban angst: "sog-white mornings/ of caffeinated mouths/ mating Cheerios/ O to empty O." The poet longs for "mall-free days" of "sprawling languid under a pre-cancerous sun" when "we hurry up/ and wait, to become men." Writing about climate change, the poet asks "how long until hibernating bears/ shake November from their sleep-under fur/ and start snorting around for off-season/ bargains." Capable of many different registers, Murray writes, in assumed voices, of grief and memory beyond his own immediate experience, something he describes as "tapping into some larger collective autobiography." In the title poem, the speaker tries to remember:

my brother who died somewhere unpronounceable
for no relevant reason
try to remember the look of surprise
blown by un-blue skies
that I've never seen, will never see

instead I always come back to the apples
apples bloating our summer bellies,
the way we'd bite into them hard
and thirsty, sleeving the drip
from our lips, tongue-teeth piercing
the hard vulnerable skins
until only the cores remained,
bruising fast, in the revealed air 

            From "What we're left with"

 
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