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Willingly Poems

Willingly

“Frazier illumines the darkest corners of memory, bearing apt witness to remembered experience with uncommon clarity and sureness, each poem a gem cut and polished to a fierce brightness. In poem after poem, he insists on uncovering the radiance buried beneath the questions, with words that live, breathe, and “lean like leaves toward light.”

— Angela Narciso Torres, author of Blood Orange, grand prize winner for poetry, Willow Books

“These are poems grounded in a personal narrative yet also stretching the boundaries of that form; they are imbued with a larger awareness of how the “collage longs for the whole picture.” With quiet, lucid observation, deceptive even with their ease and straightforwardness, Frazier’s poems reconsider personal history and the shaping force of recollection. The poems too, after the reader closes the book, will become a thing of memory and like any important memory—potent, deeply embedded, and informing the reader’s now.”

— Suzanne Parker, author of Viral, Lambda Literary Award Finalist

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Two Sample poems

Christmas Eve

pines heave in white

line the broad avenues of regret
longing

the words of poets, myth:
deeper wells

crisp smell of winter
breath hot inside a scarf

(what we were told taken back
again and again)

what did I mean to say

before the white hills of December
before the long road back from yesterday

Prayer in Winter

The sun rises under the pillar of your tongue.
—Sylvia Plath

How many times can they put you together:
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
labor over you with their pumps,

and tubes, and catheters and their glue
as we wait in a barren field, cold and uninformed
and guessing what can happen to the body

broken and broken again, the brain refusing not to seize
like a Mexican jumping bean?
We wait, transcribe their messages as best we can 

like we could, finally, understand,
but there is too much wildness in the world for that. 
This January nothing thaws,

the roots our buried thoughts.
Sparrows rethink their choices: here, there.