“Many female poets address sex in tones of victimhood, but Journey is downright predatory. Indeed, she's all about ecstasy in the original sense, meaning to leave your state of being. But if living to the fullest requires ecstasy, then it also requires a dose of death. Journey has her misgivings about this, which hints at a kind of existential sanity. That makes If Birds Gather Your Hair for Nesting a fabulous little book, the work of a young poet (I kept hearing bits of Wallace Stevens and Maxine Kumin) wise beyond her years.”
—Los Angeles Times
“With these poems Journey flings the shop door wide open. She puts the needle on the record. She pumps up the bass.”
—Blackbird
In this debut collection, Anna Journey invites the reader into her peculiar, noir universe nourished with sex and mortality. Her poems are haunted by demons, ghosts, and even the living who wander exotic landscapes that appear at once threatening and seductive. In these poems, her sly speaker renames a pink hibiscus on display at Lowe's, "Lucifer's Panties"; another character chants, "I'd fall devil / over heels over edge over oleander"; and one woman writes a letter to the underworld:
Dear black bayou, once, by a river
I bit a man's neck. His scent: the raw
teak air husked inside stomachs of six
Russian nesting dolls--the ones in the attic I pulled
apart and open. The ones I
pulled apart and open like Styrofoam cups.