"A new poet commands spontaneous attention. What
never existed is suddenly, irrevocably secured between Ellie Sawatzky and
reader because of the power of her work."
–Foreword Reviews ""A man floats by with a
bouquet / of greyhounds"; "doctors windsurf between ice floes /
sipping martinis from IV bags"; "a girl sees a man pee her name in the
sand" and a woman "zoom(s) out / on the lithium-green Anthropocene," only to
find hope in a "post-Tinder codeine dream." These poems surprise me in my favourite
way. Line by line, they throw off sparks. They shed estranging light on a world
I thought I knew, and cover vast landscapes in a line break. In this searching
and disarmingly intimate debut, Ellie Sawatzky waves a glowstick through
the dark night of the soul."–Suzanne Buffam, author of The
Irrationalist
""Loneliness is its own magic,
the way the earth makes room." This book is shimmer, fire and
parch, a fever dream of nostalgia and lament, like a startling tumble into a
cold lake or the trance of sleeping too long in the sun. These poems thrum with
the natural world and the uneasy fresh starts of womanhood "digressing in
the rattler-happy crabgrass." Run to them." –Nancy Lee, author of Dead
Girls
"What I love about poetry is its ability to explain how I'm feeling in words I never knew how to say, to paint me pictures of exactly what the moment feels like in images I never thought to create. In her debut poetry anthology, None of This Belongs to Me, Ellie Sawatzky delivers on such moments." –Seattle Book Review
