The poems in The Fingers Remember inhabit many physical and emotional landscapes, but they are tied together by the theme of memory. In the face of loss and grief, this book is an insistence on remembering as an act of love, of healing, and of resistance. Sometimes, this is about personal memory, and sometimes about political memory. Sometimes, it is about conscious memory, and sometimes it is about what the body remembers. Sometimes, it is about what we remember, and sometimes about who we remember, about how the refusal to forget can in itself be an act of empathy and compassion. And in the title poem, it’s not just about individuals but also about what cultures and societies remember — what aspects of ourselves we cling to depsite everything, what we can’t let go of no matter how hard we try, how we choose to keep the remembered alive in the present, how we choose to forget. The book, then, is that tension between forgetting and remembering, between giving in and resisting.

Published by: Yoda Press
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POEMS

​“Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous ‘I don’t know.’…Poets, if they’re genuine, must also keep repeating ‘I don’t know.’ Each poem marks an effort to answer this statement, but as soon as the final period hits the page, the poet begins to hesitate, starts to realize that this particular answer was pure makeshift that’s absolutely inadequate to boot. So the poets keep on trying”


— Wislawa Szymborska


ESSAYS

“Our histories cling to us. We are shaped by where we come from.”

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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