Eloise Fosberrie

In her sixth book of poems, Landscapes of Brutal Desire, Eloise Fosberrie, poet laureate of South Dakota, details the angst of her generation, lost in the post-post-modernist confusion of contemporary global being. Here are some excerpts from her poems.

Landscape #17

The putrid snow fell like a garment

Of unusual expanse as

If you covered me in the dust

Of pure cocaine

The pleasure sinking like

The cubes of ice in a glass of

Scotch

Brittle and Beyond No Nirvana

I entered the world with little memory

Of my fetal self. I,

A species all my own, crouched

Away from a miasma of

Not-me

Of the world, fragile in my

Angstness, but with a crystal of

Hope

Fosberrie is not at work on her seventh volume of poems, Ambrosia is the Past.