Two years after the publication of For the Woman Alone, Ampersand Books released Ashley Inguanta’s third collection, Bomb. Bomb begins with two humans, and they both love each other deeply: One is attaching a bomb to the other, and they both experience this building, this creation as intimacy, as care. Later, we find out what the bomb is made of. These lovers, their world explodes. They learn about themselves and about each other. And eventually, the bomb creates something expansive, something excruciating, something necessary, something exquisite.
“To open this book is to enter the yearning of an uncommon angel, one who envisions the extraordinary in the ordinary, who sees how loss opens to love, how the natural world infuses cities with magic. Geese, coyotes, and roses share the space with glittering human-made lights. At once, though you may see the “Shutter, pressed” and “Life, suspended,” there is the movement of scattering seeds, the earth turning beneath those stars. When the world drops us, it catches us again. This poet navigates a landscape of tangible mirage and dreams in which letting go and merging become one and the same. There is so much light here, in everything, mapping a way for us through ache.” – Darlin’ Neal, Elegant Punk
“Ashley Inguanta’s Bomb explodes across the page, rendering to rubble what we think we understand about love, loss, and the self. Calling out to the ghost of Amelia Earhart and other “unbearable angels” of the American West, Inguanta guides us through the devastation with a voice that is both deeply vulnerable and wildly free. What else is there to say? I loved this book.” — Monica Wendel, No Apocalypse
You can purchase the collection later this month.
For the Woman Alone
Ashley Inguanta’s second collection, For the Woman Alone (Ampersand Books), is a collage of loss and healing, photography and poetry, memory and hope. Arranged around the author’s own photography, Inguanta’s sincere and passionate poetry holds moments in time and releases them with compassion.
“This is a love letter this is a lost journal this is a found journal this is an artifact a record a trace an accident a secret a promise. This is a finger across the skin, for a moment, and then gone.” – Stephen Graham Jones, The Least of My Scars
“For the Woman Alone is more than a book, it is an experience–it is the moment carefully carved out from the haunting past and daunting future. This collection reminds us that the moment is all that can truly belong to us–and the best of us is only found when we surrender it to another. These poems perpetually carry the scent of blueberries on a lover’s breath and softly places us in the ocean. If you have ever wondered where to locate love, it resides within these pages.” – Nicelle Davis, Becoming Judas
Buy the collection here.