The Air Is Elastic by Ella ZeltsermanThe Air Is Elastic by Ella Zeltserman

The Air Is Elastic

byElla Zeltserman

Paperback | April 15, 2018

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Ella Zetsermann\'s latest collection of poetry pushes and pulls, stretches taught and snaps back upon the weight of history and the struggle to place oneself in the here and now. From her motherââ'¬â"¢s kitchen to medieval Granada, The Air Is Elastic follows a life exiled from the familiar into the unexplored. Seasonââ'¬â"¢s melt into ritual, raucous waxwings crash on glass and hearts are hidden in jars of jam along with the private details of our lives. Wistful and aching, loving and tender, Zeltsermannââ'¬â"¢s poems are charged with the potential of a coming storm.
Ella Zeltserman is an award-winnipeg Soviet-born poet living in Edmonton, Canada, where she is an active member of the local poetry community. Her poetry has been published in a number of anthologies and magazines.
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Title:The Air Is ElasticFormat:PaperbackDimensions:120 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.25 inPublished:April 15, 2018Publisher:Turnstone PressLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0888016336

ISBN - 13:9780888016331

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Private details of our livesCan you see my heart hidden in the jar of jam? Can you touch the moonlight I baked into the cake? Can you smell the night of love in the chocolate raspberry tart? The pulse of my life on the tip of a whisk. I watch the hot bead slide from a spoon onto my nail. Eye the glistening globule like my mother did. Years of experience to judge it right. The drop from my heart sets tight. Jam is ready. My love in the jar. I turn the bowl of whipped egg whites upside down. They do not slide. Ready, Aunt Ida would say. I offer you a taste of sunshine, light summery day, happiness on your fork with the milky-warm smell of vanilla. I teach my daughtera little trick I use. Cook your beets in something sour. The magic to turn earth's roots into gleaming, red rubies.