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My Crooked House
Teresa Carson

2014 • 124 pp. 7 1/2 x 9 1/4"
Poetry / Nature / Personal Growth

$18.00 Paperback, 978-1-933880-43-3

Painting a raw picture of feeling broken “in some fundamental way,” Carson’s poems sing to how that feeling can be mended

Cat hoarding. Panic attacks. Rigid perfectionism. Carson reconstructs, through a hybrid of received and invented poetic forms, the literal and metaphorical experience of the psychological homesickness that controlled her life until she confronted it in therapy, and thereby opened herself to making a true home with her second husband.

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“Carson’s search for a house to call home is a personal quest that becomes epic in the classical sense. Beginning with calamity, My Crooked House circles back to origins, then passes through several harrowing perils and challenges on its way toward a more stable, if not perfectly straightened, present. It’s a house full of frank confession, brave excavation, obsessive lists, and hard reckonings. That the individual life, honest and recounted and accounted for, can be so thrillingly spun into gold is only the latest of this poet’s heroic triumphs.”—Jeanne Marie Beaumont

My Crooked House is a compelling, brutally honest book of poems, in which Teresa Carson shares with the reader her long and painful journey from trauma and poverty to self-acceptance and true love. Carson’s private experiences are told with accuracy, irony, and inventiveness. Although many of those experiences are sad, time after time her hopefulness and sense of humor transcend that sadness. Toward the end the reader gets to realize that Carson and her crooked house, which ‘does not need to be straightened out,’ are one.”—Rivka Bekerman-Greenberg, Ph.D.

“Welcome to My Crooked House, a collection built of crisp, gritty, sometimes experimental, verse that goes two steps beyond confessional poetry (meant in its best sense, i.e., Plath and Berryman) into a raw unburdening of the soul. These poems are not empty words in search of a truth, they are a revelation of truth, constructed day by day, brick by brick, epoch by epoch. The artistry of these poems doesn’t lessen the hurt of the poet/speaker; it changes it. Combined strains of Jersey working class sensibility, tragic inevitability, sheer guts, and inventive exploration of form and craft create a sturdy foundation for Teresa’s house. Wow!”—Danny Shot

From the Book:


Too late to have the Mom who smiled with all her heart at newborn Vin.
Too late to be a beatnik, like Mary, hitchhiking from East to West.
Too late to have the Pop who paid Joanie a buck to recite “The Wreck of the Hesperus” from memory.
Too late to know Joe before schizophrenia became him.
Too late to take two years of Latin in high school like Annie and Lu.
Too late to spend, like Johnny, the Summer of Love panhandling in the Haight.
Too late to have Tommy ever treat me as other than a threat.
Always too late for everything gone for good.

TERESA CARSON, a poet and playwright, lives in New Jersey.

Mon, 18 Jun 2018 12:16:18 -0500