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Synopsis

Malak is an invocation of past and future. With familial lament and childish wonder, the words lay tribute to the infinite—to the beauty in descent and the heartache that binds us to place. To our smallness in death and the importance of conjuring anew.



Jenny Sadre-Orafai’s Malak is a splendidly written book that considers where metaphysical themes and elliptical lyric intersect. At its core, this collection inquires about spiritual inheritance and relationships through the skillful deployment of images that wrap the reader in their clutch. Sadre-Orafai’s poems, rooted in memory, mourning and honor, are hauntingly surreal yet solidly material. ~ Airea D. Matthews, author of simulacra

In Malak, Jenny Sadre-Orafai takes your hand and walks you through magnificent worlds, where futures appear in coffee grounds and become a ‘language of residue,’ into the habitats of snakes, foxes, and girls, and in which a dream can appear nine times. Familial cycles and cultural identities are rendered in enchanting images and lines. Sadre-Orafai makes the tales of bloodlines fresh and the wild earth new. ~ Wendy C. Ortiz, author of Excavation: A Memoir and Bruja

Invoking talisman, totem, fortune, and spell, Jenny Sadre-Orafai’s Malak abides in the rich world of lineage and divination. Listening back to the potent augury of the poet’s grandmother and forward to the intuition of her daughter, these are poems that move in circular time enacting ‘how our whole gold life is happening.’ These poems make an elliptical music of nested selves and layered voices, of locks and keys and teeth in the dark, polishing to an ontological shine what we know and what can be retrieved from the future. ~ Jennifer K. Sweeney, author of Little Spells



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Excerpt

Mother Spell

I felt for mountain
and ocean, my first globe.

Mouth or beak. Arm or wing.
Skin or feather. Feet or feet.

Who brought these to me
to dress in booties and caps.

I didn’t ask to know a belly
so tight.

I didn’t ask if it was girl
or boy or bird.