Winter Stranger: Poems

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Winner of the Max Ritvo Poetry Prize, Jackson Holberts Winter Stranger is a solemn record of addiction and the divided affections we hold for the landscapes that shape us.

In the cold, seminal countryside of eastern Washington, a boy puts a bullet through his skull in a high school parking lot. An uncle crushes oxycodone into a thousand red granules. Hawks wheel above a dark, indifferent river. I left that town / forever, Holbert writes, but its bruises appear everywhere, in dreams of violent men and small stars, the ghosts of friends and pills. These poemsincite a complex emotional discourse on what it means to leaveif its ever actually possible, or if our roots only grow longer to accommodate the distance.

Punctuated by recollections of loved ones consumed by their addictions, Winter Stranger also questions the capricious nature of memory, and poetrys power to tame it. I can make it all sound so beautiful. / Youll barely notice that underneath / this poem there is a body / decaying into the American ground. Meanwhile, the precious realities vanishyour hair, your ears, your hands.leaving behind the fucked up / trees, the long, cold river. In verse both bleak and wishful, Holbert strikes a fine balance between his poetic sensibilities and the endemic cynicism of modern life.

It is clear now that there are no ends, Holbert writes, Just winters. Though his poems bloom from hills heavy with springtime snow, his voice cuts through the cold, rich with dearly familiar longings: to not be alone, to honor our origins, to survive them.

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Winter Stranger uses spare language to portray a Washington countryside beset by hopelessness and addictionLibrary

Journal, What to Read in 2023 In this beautiful book, poems of life are tempered by the shadow of mortality. Written in an exacting, minimalist style, with great silence, it records the tumult, the solemnity, and the spiritual survival of a young man.Henri Cole

A brutal, beautiful book about all the things that try to kill you in your youthpills, friends, the trees, winterand all the things that save youpills, friends, the trees, winter.Hedgie Choi, co-translator ofHysteria

Engaging with the dead in epistolary forms, Jackson Holberts poems are bornof the pain of traumas and addictions that, though now dissolved into memory, can poison the aquifer / . . . miles down. What haunts me about this bookarenot its poisons, however, but its remedies, its rich influences out of Rilkes night-fears and Paul Celans fugue music (We went to school we ate pink beef we drank) and the stark, moon-pale wartime imagery of Georg Trakl, poets writing a hundred years ago but who are transubstantiated here into the language of 21st century parking lots, baseball fields, and emergency rooms. Holberts poetry is remarkably tempered for all its frenetic living, the lines crashing but landing acrobatically along the edges, never memorializing but advancing old relationships, the tonewizenedand resilient, willing of heart. Even when the only light to lead us is poetrys refracted and warped transcriptioneach poem shines through griefs windows.DavidKeplinger, author ofIce

In the world that isWinter Stranger,oblivion is by turns muse and menace; life at once too brief and yet intolerably longits excesses carved away by pills, guns, wildfires, grief; and violence often holds the keys to the only tenderness that hasnt yet left town. Set in the semi-wilds of the Pacific Northwest, amid mountains too big to tear down and towns too small to hold their enormous losses, Holberts poems intoxicate with harsh yet intimate confidences, sharp syntax and tender letters to far-off friends, and vivid conundrums of life livedand youth enduredfar from any city. These are poems that dare to knock at deaths door and suffer him, for he is a character in their pages, to answer. They are poems that dare to conjure a reality, one caught between rapture and imperilment, in which the law is full of dreams and regret is not just a note haunting the voice in your ear, but a pure and steadfast longing for the past, full of losses weightless and bizarre, to change its impossible ways.Devon Walker-Figueroa, author ofPhilomath

Author Bio

Jackson Holbert is the author ofWinter Stranger. He was born and raised in eastern Washington. His poems have appeared inNarrative,The Nation, andPoetry. He received an MFA in Poetry from the Michener Center for Writers. He is currently a Stegner Fellow at Stanford and lives in Oakland, California.