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“Emily Corwin’s exquisite new collection tenderling makes contemporary the truest traditions of myths and fairy tales—the ones filled with decadence and magic, the ones that find humor in blood and clarity in the surreal. In Corwin’s poems, every skeleton has a vain side and there are sharp edges on all of the diaphanous shadows. There is sparkle in this collection, too, and Gurlesque wonder in ribbons and thorns, all of which helps us to break apart the modern performances of gender. Corwin makes it possible to dress up as hero, villain, or neither without losing the taste for lace and flowers. With these capacious and surprising poems, Corwin has created a full-color, fur-lined fairy tale for the 21st century.” Adrian Matejka, author of Map to the Stars
“Emily Corwin’s tenderling is a luminous, bizarre, gorgeously racketed, rollicking, and sometimes terrifying radiance of poems. One after the next Corwin contorts diction and syntax and sense and story until you realize she has imagined and crafted an entire world—a world strange and haunted and sensuous. Beckoning and scary. Mythical and common at once. This is a remarkable book.” Ross Gay, author of Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude
“When the cutie-pie was opened, the birds began to sing, and what they sand was glittery and savage and fearless and dangerous—be careful with this book.” Cathy Wagner, author of Nervous Device
“Confronting and darling, every word a perfect warm circlet of pink blood, My Tall Handsome raids every crystal jar on the lace-topped vanity for truth, poison, and song until you can’t remember why you ever thought pretty was better than powerful, sugar was better than bitter medicine, or dancing needed more music than your own voice.” Brain Mill Press
“Emily Corwin’s interconnected collection of poetry is the dark side of a fairy tale. It’s buttons made from bone on a wedding dress. It’s ice cream with sauce, but that’s not strawberry, it’s blood. The beautiful language of this collection bangs through my head on a regular basis, the imagery so solid that you can almost touch the crabapple trees. Hands down the best poetry collection I read this year.” Kolleen Carney, Zoetic Press
Between the thorns of the Brothers Grimm and the labyrinthine chambers of Angela Carter, Emily Corwin’s first full-length collection of poems is red of tooth, claw, and lipstick. Within this vivid cycle of fabulism and erotica, of witches and absent princes, metamorphosis and dreamscapes, Corwin’s work is a grimoire, a map for the territories of the unconscious. Love and madness conspire, and the modern kisses sleeping memories awake…
