Even Shorn

New England Book Awards Finalist in Poetry

Boston Globe, “The Best Books of 2021”

The Millions, “Must-Read Poetry: May 2021”






"An impressive debut that reverberates with its anchoring sense of place."

—“Must-Read Poetry: May 2021,” The Millions



"[A] spirited, stimulating advancement of Southern literary traditions."

—Poetry Foundation, online



"Haunting is what this debut collection is and does: Isabel Duarte-Gray tracks family history and violent lineages across Western Kentucky’s small towns. Starting from scant archival traces — quilt patterns, bloodied landscapes, the finest vintages in local gossip — Duarte-Gray resurrects ghostly testimonies, crafted out of rural dialects and a free-verse line filed to a brilliant sharpness."

— Christopher Spaide, The Boston Globe



"Duarte-Gray invites us as readers into the 'secret language' of her lyric with hunger and leaf and tongue and wound. It’s stunning work, and Duarte-Gray’s remarkable debut is one of wholly unique and unforgettable lyricism."

—Colorado Review, online



"What reader would not be tempted to open the slender volume and risk getting bitten, just to see what’s inside? The first poem, Night Jar, begins with a dress the color of a red dairy barn. Lightning bugs hang low like an angel stopped to think a spell. In the darkening, the red gets lost, and the poem ends, no color left at all. Driskill, Kentucky are the last words on the page, and when asked about the place, the poet answers with, 'Is it real?' The same question can be repeated throughout the book, as the people and places in the poems come from family stories, Southern folklore, and the history of Western Kentucky. Locales in the region — places perhaps never mentioned in poetry or celebrated in history — include Kentucky’s Lyon County, Grand Rivers, Murray, Dycusburg, Eddyville, Paducah, and Dresden, Tennessee."

—"Isabel Duarte-Gray’s first book of poems features voices of Western Kentucky" by Constance Alexander, KY Forward



“Isabel Duarte-Gray’s book is like no other—a text that ‘thinks the spell,’ cut-off tales, callings, sudden leaps in lines ‘split in two,’ perhaps like this collection itself, splicing carefully through the belly, the heart and the sternum—animals, wives and husbands. You choose. The more you read, the more you scrape and peel through the night fallen—‘sniffing for the temperatures of life.’ Isabel Duarte-Gray’s grasp of deep and perhaps forbidden vernaculars, cultural edges and crossings is profound. The place is underground, underwater, under the crackling structures and somewhere inside abandoned, formless barns in a far-off crimson. An immediate prize-winner. A bold, brave, rare, genius, meticulous, deeper and deeper at work.”

— Juan Felipe Herrera, Poet Laureate of the United States, Emeritus



“The creeks the tears the patriarchy. The Osage orange the intelligible terror. The tiny towns. The no towns at all. The dragonflies the bones the lilies. The difficult ongoing work of recovery. The marriages the handsewn linens the burials. The excess. The shortage. The fear, and the ways to get past that fear. The lists. The anecdotes. The scenes set and dismantled. The herbals the escapees the strings .The listening. That's what you'll find, and it's far from all you'll find, in this strong first collection, a song of songs, an evidence of evidence, a manifestation from places some of us know and many more of us should hear. I give thanks for it.”

—Stephanie Burt, author of Advice from the Lights and The Poet is You