From the introduction:
Some poems in this book gallop and kick. Some swerve
elegantly like an escape pod caught in a gravity well. Other roll quiet
as a child’s blanket. The words in these pages won’t seem the same each
time you read them. They will be just what you were looking for, but
nothing that you expected.
The poems in An Inheritance of Stone ponder what it is to be
human -- to be consciously conscious -- from diversely entertaining
angles. Lava lamp chronicles, deluded horses, jaded rocketship
captains, and a woman who turns into a diamond figure in this landscape
of cheerful disillusionment. Leslie Anderson can be simultaneously
candid and canny, moving and funny; her narratives take astonishing
turns; her restless curiosity leads her to explore frontiers uncommonly
broached in poetry. This book introduces a surprising and engaging new
voice.
Merging her fascination with images of the space age and
cowboy/equine lore, Leslie Anderson gives a quirky personal vision of
the contemporary world where "America is a boy with long hair/ Who holds
cigarettes like a burden" and who tells us we can be anything we desire
"but first you have to be sad for 200 years."
Many of Leslie Anderson's poems dramatize her discoveries of the
frightening spaces between individuals who might be supposed to
understand one another intimately. In "Locks" and "My High School
Boyfriend is Gay" there are secrets within romance that threaten the
agreed-upon definitions of the relationships; and within the family,
too, there are silences between daughter and parents -- in "Portrait"
and "An Inheritance of Stone" -- that reveal the limits of love even
when it is strong. Leslie Anderson in such poems deftly and touchingly
evokes the wary alertness of a young woman trying to figure out what in
the world can be relied upon.