Advance Praise for The Light That Follows Us Home

The speaker of these splendid poems considers a magician with Parkinson’s whose “voice, melodic / as an opera singer’s aria, grew raspy and hoarse, / as if a murder of crows had taken up residence / there.” She describes how, at nineteen, she got fired from a copywriting job “for being a distraction” and notices that, after her father died, her mother “stood alone at their sink, letting / the water grow cold.” In The Light That Follows Us Home Terri Kirby Erickson brings us poems that are delicate, alert, and wise; she gives us poems filled with humor and surprising revelations.

—Faith Shearin, author of The Owl Question and Lost Language