Danusha Lameris is the author of The Moons of August, selected by Naomi Shihab Nye as the winner of the Autumn House Press poetry prize and was a finalist for the Milt Kessler Book Award. Some of her poems have been published in: The Best American Poetry,The New York Times,TheAmerican Poetry Review, Tin House, The Gettysburg Review, and Ploughshares. She teaches poetry independently, and is the current Poet Laureate of Santa Cruz County, California.
"Bonfire Opera, Danusha Lameris' ravishing second collection
of poems, lives up to its title and then some. In melodic and
sumptuous lines, she considers desire, sorrow, beauty and death.
This is a collection you will want to keep close, 'a reminder to
begin, again, by listening carefully with the body's rapt
attention."- Ellen Bass
"No experience is more fulfilling than reading the work of a writer who is a master of her craft-of feeling like the book you are immersed in is an entire world. This is what it is like reading Danusha LamEris' Bonfire Opera. Everything is alive in these poems, even loss. Even death. In these finely crafted lyrics, worms, berries, skin, hawks, dirt and desire exist and even thrive in a symbiotic relationship that is a model for a new way of thinking. If a book can be smart and funny and dark and wise and vulnerable and beautiful all at the same time, this one is. In one of her best poems, LamEris writes, 'This is what I've made here, a garden, a feast.' That's for sure. Bonfire Opera is a feast you'll want to devour and a garden that will never stop yielding."- Dean Rader, University of San Francisco
"The poems in Bonfire Opera frame a vibrant folk opera. Each offers part of an unfinished story, a balance of music and imagery. The storyteller is both an observer and participant, unraveling the story with the thread of what remains unspoken. In this outstanding series of poems, there is something waiting to be said, something to be revealed, as each poem draws us onward like a bird trying 'to escape... throwing itself, again and again, against the stained glass.' The bird and the 'ghost child' call out to each of us to 'begin again."- Colleen J. McElroy