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Eclipse Season

ISBN: 9798988327288
Binding: Paperback
Author: Karin Gottshall
Pages: 88
Trim: 6 x 9 inches
Published: 6/4/2026

Eclipse Season is a stunning and restless meditation on a speaker tormented (and seduced) by memory, attempting to orient and reckon in the present moment. Here we have an aching speaker engaged in what is a bold act of lyrical renaming—even if she doesn't seem sure of that task. There is a lifting above this historical self, to map longing in language. Karin Gottshall's poems are threaded with an almost supernatural loneliness, placing her speaker in a tradition of spiritual reckoning through the wound of unsteady attachment to the turned-away parent: the mother haunts the book and the daughter's house. The invasion is paradoxical, as it is also a continuous emotional absence. In this way, the speaker's own loneliness is never her own, is always tinged with another's. Indeed, there are many eclipses in this book, dark objects that block the light, language, sound, meaning, and lack. But this darkness is, as Gottshall understands, a crucial part of the journey forward in language. Ice and fire, wind and animals—these elements of the living world that speak another kind of language, mingle with the ghosting language of the past. Thus, the task is, as the speaker proclaims in the opening of the book, to "empty all [her] language into the fire." For those of us tormented by memory, this is where real work begins: where the "skull grows large with silence." I am grateful for this book's gift of language, as much as its gift of silence.

—Bianca Stone


Karin Gottshall is the author of two previous award-winning poetry books: Crocus (Fordham University Press) and The River Won't Hold You (Ohio State University Press). She has also published three limitededition chapbooks with Argos Books and Dancing Girl Press. Gottshall's poems have appeared in The Kenyon Review, The Colorado Review, diode, and many other publications. She lives in Vermont and teaches creative writing at Middlebury College.

"Eclipse Season is a stunning and restless meditation on a speaker tormented (and seduced) by memory, attempting to orient and reckon in the present moment. Here we have an aching speaker engaged in what is a bold act of lyrical renaming—even if she doesn't seem sure of that task. There is a lifting above this historical self, to map longing in language. Karin Gottshall's poems are threaded with an almost supernatural loneliness, placing her speaker in a tradition of spiritual reckoning through the wound of unsteady attachment to the turned-away parent: the mother haunts the book and the daughter's house. The invasion is paradoxical, as it is also a continuous emotional absence. In this way, the speaker's own loneliness is never her own, is always tinged with another's. Indeed, there are many eclipses in this book, dark objects that block the light, language, sound, meaning, and lack. But this darkness is, as Gottshall understands, a crucial part of the journey forward in language. Ice and fire, wind and animals—these elements of the living world that speak another kind of language, mingle with the ghosting language of the past. Thus, the task is, as the speaker proclaims in the opening of the book, to 'empty all [her] language into the fire.' For those of us tormented by memory, this is where real work begins: where the 'skull grows large with silence.' I am grateful for this book's gift of language, as much as its gift of silence." — Bianca Stone

"Movement of the moon, Earth, and sun; of the rivers; of the poverties and plenitudes of our time to live, and die: this is Eclipse Season's subject, which Gottshall takes up with the wit, imagination, and essential loneliness of the great surrealist poets. These poems explore the mysterious quotidian and the ordinary miracle, the metamorphoses and dark surprises of natural rhythms. In Karin Gottshall's wild tunes, we meet a fellow traveler who recognizes that to live and die is common, but to sing of it is as close as we come to the divine." — Kathy Fagan

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