The Mobius Strip Club of Grief (Paperback)
To read Bianca Stone's poetry is to enter the most bizarre and profound imagination. MSCOG takes you to the edge of extreme discomfort (see, "Making Applesauce With My Dead Grandmother, p. 35), to grief to catharsis. Stone's words on Emily Dickinson's poems are true of her own as well; they are "grenades that fit in the hand/ and we here bask in the debris."
-- Lauren— From Lauren P. Staff Picks
The M bius Strip Club of Grief is a collection of poems that take place in a burlesque purgatory where the living pay--dearly, with both money and conscience--to watch the dead perform scandalous acts otherwise unseen: "$20 for five minutes. I'll hold your hand in my own," one ghost says. "I'll tell you you were good to me." Like Dante before her, Stone positions herself as the living poet passing through and observing the land of the dead. She imagines a feminist Limbo where women run the show and create a space to navigate the difficulties endured in life. With a nod to her grandmother Ruth Stone's poem "The Mobius Strip of Grief," Stone creates a labyrinthine underworld as a way to confront and investigate complicated family relationships in the hopes of breaking the never-ending cycle of grief.