The Judas Ear: Poems

?Between first and second readings of The Judas Ear, I could not shake Baba Yaga?s scent; a bearded, naked potter; and the biodegradable funeral suit of Luke Perry. Even now, Anna Journey?s lines echo like lines of a song. The final word is ?blooming.? The poems are big, rangy, expansive in Whitmanesque, democratic ways. They have a narrative charisma but maintain Dickinson?s perversity, independence. Journey is as much a storyteller as a poet. Few write with her variety of emotional, intellectual, and musical muscle. This is simply a masterful collection of poems.?

Terrance Hayes, author of American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin

?On the rotting bark of the tree from which the faithless disciple hanged himself, or so they say: a mushroom called ?the Judas ear.? Perfectly edible. ?Risen flesh, shape-shifting, everlasting,? as the author of these beautiful poems has the wisdom to teach us over and over again. The ever-ingenious biosphere is Journey?s tutelary spirit, luminous figuration her genius, and narrative restored to its proper essence her discovery mode: inspiring elementals all.? Linda Gregerson, author of Canopy