It’s finally here! My full-length poetry collection Engrams: Seven Years in Asia (winner of the Lena Shull Book Award) is now available for pre-order on Redhawk Publication’s site.
“Engrams: Seven Years in Asia” – Redhawk Publications
Praise for Engrams: Seven Years in Asia
“The speaker of Engrams is one who transcribes her travels across Asia and returns to the U.S. with the keen and wise eye of a modern-day Zen master. A studious observer, she is at home with starlings, kestrels, and crows, on muddy riverbanks, in glittering caves, under moonlight. Her writing faithfully observes growth on all scales— from cities, to schoolchildren, to ghost pipe buds, (and even herself,) with honest, playful language. This collection is about travel, yes, but more than that, it’s about how you find yourself a different person in an altogether different world when you return home.” —Emily Okamoto-Green
“I was immediately drawn to this manuscript by the voice. It’s inviting in its approach— never assuming, never too sharp–and eases us into a world of mystery to the western eye. It’s the voice that shapes the images in the poems–lush and shimmering to the dark and quiet. In short: the poems are real. They are witness to a foreign land where a step forward means a step outside of the confines of luxury, safety even, and into a world that opens itself for the self. Foreign as east to west, as the natural world to the manmade, as life to death. There is no going back. There is no eye for an escape back. Only forward and only witness. And that may be part of the genius of this beautiful collection.” —Ray McManus
“The poems in Ana Pugatch’s debut collection of poetry, Engrams, are alert and unwavering in their keen consideration to things spiritual and material. In these poems of travel, the poet is far from home, from the familiar. The attention of her dislocation makes each poem luminous, radiant, vivid, and immediate. The poems—quiet, searching, careful—possess the beautiful, seemingly impossible, and off-kilter balance one finds in a cairn along a pilgrim’s way. The poems seem almost to levitate, to defy gravity with their accuracy, clarity, and mystery.” —Eric Pankey