WWJD and Other Poems
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"Savannah Sipple is the poet we need right now. WWJD is the book we need, in this moment when it feels like the heart and conscience of our nation is being ripped out by the roots. This collection is full of truth and light and so much fierceness it threatens to take flight from our hands while we're reading it, buoyed by the very power of language. This is powerful, important, and brave writing of the highest order."
- Silas House, author of Southernmost and Clay's Quilt
"WWJD and Other Poems is the artful reckoning of a queer woman coming of age in a place and a body she has long 'tried to escape.' Learn to fish, shoot, and box with this speaker. Play a game of 'Evangelism BINGO' and hope to lose. Draft 'A List of Times [You] Thought [You] Were Gay' and compare your notes with hers. Take a drive and crash a frank conversation with Jesus. Finally, fall in love--for the first time or all over again: 'Her hip a hinge./ Her lips a door.' This is a testament to human resilience. This is an arresting and triumphant debut."
- Julie Marie Wade, author of When I Was Straight and Same-Sexy Marriage: A Novella in Poems
"In the final poem of Savannah Sipple's debut book, WWJD and Other Poems, Jesus Christ 'rides shotgun' with the speaker along dangerous roads, and it's at this point I feel as if I, too, have been riding shotgun with this speaker as she's searched for love and acceptance, for being queer, for being fat, for being a woman, in a repressive Evangelical environment, yes, but also for just being an honest-to-God human. The mingling of fear, eros, and outright violence in these poems is handled with that rare combination of vulnerability and tough candor--as well as a laugh-out-loud humor infused with Kentucky idiom. In her epistolary love poems people fuck in truck beds, mark wintergreen Skoal hickeys on each other's necks, and leave bonfires with leaves in their hair. These poems stick their necks out, and sometimes they get whacked; that's kinda the point, isn't it? Considering again Sipple's title for this collection: What would Jesus do? He would drink PBR and eat a burger, and counsel the speaker on how to set up her online dating profile: 'You ain't interested/ in any dick pics, so you might as well pick/ the app for lezzies. Find at least one full body/ photo. No point in hiding now.' He would say that, wouldn't he, if we've been listening? Savannah Sipple has been listening. To all of us. Let's stop hiding, y'all. And give a big welcome to one of our most vital new poets.
- Justin Bigos, author of Mad River and co-founder and co-editor of Waxwing