By Karina Borowicz

Subjects: Poetry
Imprint: Distribution Partners
Paperback : 9781930337756, 79 pages, May 2014

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Table of contents


The Invisible
Planet Kepler 22B
Brush and Ink Herd of Horses
Emily’s Dress
Window Watching at Midnight
Cuckoo Clock
Midnight Train
Genie the Imprisoned Child
Down Here
Bad Honey
Sunbeam Bread
The Horse’s Neck
My Salt
The Hailstones Bit
Idea of Poppies
I Stood Still
Bone Flute
A Graven Image
The Grackle’s Yellow Eye
Swimming Out
Dog Adrift: Poland, January 2010
Frozen Boot
In Memory
Blue Heart
Fourth of July
Tiny Tim
Iggy Pop on The Dinah Shore Show
Rose Marie on The Dick Van Dyke Show
My People
Guest Room
Bookshop Biblio Globus
Reading Kristin Lavransdatter
Reading Anna Karenina
Reading Madame Bovary
Marina Tsvetaeva Home Museum
School for the Blind
Reading St. Thérèse of Lisieux
My Troubles
Wild Eye


Winner of the Codhill Poetry Award for 2013.

Karina Borowicz's debut poetry volume, The Bees Are Waiting, was selected by Franz Wright for the Marick Press Poetry Prize and was named a Must-Read by the Massachusetts Center for the Book. Her poems have appeared widely, including in AGNI, Columbia Poetry Review, New Ohio Review, Nimrod, Poet Lore, Poetry Northwest, and The Southern Review and have been featured in Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, and Ted Kooser's American Life in Poetry series. She has published translations from the Russian and the French. Trained as an historian, Borowicz also holds an MFA from the University of New Hampshire. She makes her home in the Connecticut River Valley of Western Massachusetts.


"I find myself reading Karina Borowicz's Proof two ways: as a reader admiring her quiet, strange authority and vision, and as a writer asking: how does she do it? Because these are poems I'd like to emulate: poems whose questions and subtle declarations knit together planets and the past, the invisible and the seen, the living and the dead. In 'Frozen Boot,' she writes: 'I ran my hand along the frozen boot of the factory worker / because how else do you talk to statues. ' I had no idea before, now I do. There's puzzlement in these poems, and loneliness and needles and wasps, and in 'Planet Kepler 22B,' there's 'the cave walls at Lascaux, where a herd / of red horses still circles in the darkness. ' So we get the darkness of earth and the heavens, and somehow, Borowicz makes that light our way. " — Andrea Cohen

"'God decided suddenly to grow teeth,' writes Karina Borowicz in her spare new collection that observes those cataclysms requiring an especially lonely courage to notice. She witnesses them, at times with astounding tenderness, through a thin filter that allows only the right images through, and provides us with the guidance—not necessarily comforting—for beholding them. Whether its locus is in the wild or the eerie domesticity of 'neighborhood,' each deft poem presents detail, however splendid, that spells trouble. But it is a trouble through which Borowicz knows how to travel, despite danger that is frequently heartbreaking. She does not disturb so much as an ant colony sleeping in winter, but shows us the terrifying loveliness of our vulnerability. " — Frannie Lindsay

"The poems of Karina Borowicz are startlingly transparent and deliciously opaque all at once. They are deeply rooted in the soil of the natural world but at the same time they communicate intimately with the everyday objects—breakfast dishes, lipstick cases, socks, radio towers—that underpin and adorn our lives. In language elegantly austere and deeply resonant, Borowicz plays sophisticated and understated musical riffs in celebration of what it is to be alive, sensitive, and mortal. " — Sidney Wade