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Black Lavender Milk: 10th Anniversary Edition

ISBN: 9781955992572
Binding: Paperback
Author: Angel Dominguez
Pages: 196
Trim: 6 x 7 inches
Published: 12/15/2024

BLACK LAVENDER MILK is an experimental lyric that dreamt of becoming a novel only to wake up as notebook. In its 10th Anniversary Edition, BLACK LAVENDER MILK features a new foreword and archival material from the time of writing. Employing and smudging elements of poetry, prose and memoir, BLACK LAVENDER MILK offers the space of a 'novel' as a site of mourning, inquiry and recuperation. Through a complex, hypnotic blur of language, the lyric-as-novel functions as an extended meditation on Writing in relation to the Body; Time, Loss, Ancestry and Dreaming.


Angel Dominguez is a Latinx poet and artist of Yucatec Maya descent, born in Hollywood and raised in Van Nuys, CA by their immigrant family. They now live amongst the Santa Cruz Mountains in Bonny Doon, CA. They're the author of Desgraciado (the collected letters) (Nightboat Books, 2022), RoseSunWater (The Operating System, 2021) and Black Lavender Milk (Timeless, Infinite Light, 2015). They were the 2021 Mazza writer in residence for San Francisco State University and have shared their work across the country in various venues, universities, and states of consciousness. You can find Angel's words online and in print in various publications including BOMB Magazine, The Berkeley Poetry Review, FENCE, Prolit Magazine, SFMOMA Open Space, and elsewhere. You can find Angel in the redwoods or ocean.

"To read Angel Dominguez's debut novel BLACK LAVENDER MILK is to slowdive into a deep cenote of the psyche, where murmuring dreams and vivid memories slide up against the silky, aqueous skin of ancestral unknowns. Each section rises in soft permutations, emerging as a book in perpetual arrival—with suspension, like a series of perfectly timeless clouds. I'm stunned at his intuitive intellect, touched by the quiet reverence expressed in his endless search for Xix—a body, a history, what remains yet always eludes." — SUEYEUN JULIETTE LEE

"Angel Dominguez's BLACK LAVENDER MILK is a poignant debut that brilliantly tethers between alchemist's notebook and somnambulist's reflection, where 'water thickens with memory, and begin[s] to pour…' In what Dominguez subtitles 'a failed novel,' are powerful reclamations of family histories, and self evolutions fused through carefully attuned modes of seeing, dreaming and feeling: 'I ran downtown and up a mountain, found him sleeping in my bloodstream still smiling as the sun beamed beyond the reach of the pack of clouds bringing down a soft rain…' Perhaps this fluid notion of failure is bound up in the author's rendering of memory as what must be held onto, even if it cannot be fully grasped. If this novel is 'failed,' then it is necessarily so, delicately captured as '—the trace trapped in a molecule,' Dominguez's 'liquid-watch,' a site of richly widening realization and recognition, where 'colloidal materials…form a constellation.'" — RONALDO V WILSON

"Paranormal poetics never sounded more redundant, more welcome and welcoming. Angel Dominguez writes, 'I occupy a continent within my body. / I am going there today to bury my grandfather.' He has a continent in his body of the most extraordinary poetry turning the dream over to the soil and water of the dreamer. From orchard to ocean his omnipresent tenderness maps our way to the poet as shaman. I shudder with disbelief at his words and want them to knock on all our closed doors. There's a home in this book like strategy where we meet to stop the hemorrhaging loss. Please read it NOW!" — CA CONRAD

"Black Lavender Milk strikes me as distinctly courageous. It is courageous in its grief, living inside its loss, undeniably lost in it. Perhaps that is its lesson: it is courageous to grieve — or as Dominguez puts it, 'to keep returning to a space in hopes of it holding itself when you are not with it: that is an orchard; that is an airport: the ability to designate a state of distance, with a language not of your own language.' The 'novel' may fall apart, but Dominguez keeps returning to his wreckage, to the orchard and airport, to grieve, to continually invoke it." — Jacob Kahn, Fullstop

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