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New chapbook from Rattle press is available!

Turn Left Before Morning, Rattle chapbook contest runner-up, is now available. You may purchase a copy on Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/Turn-Before-Morning-April-Salzano/dp/1931307318/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1479750138&sr=8-1&keywords=turn+left+before+morning


In the chapbook Turn Left Before Morning, April Salzano explores the daily struggles involved in parenting a child with autism. These poems map a mother’s quest for understanding of a world that requires a significant shift in perspective and a new definition of what it means to love a child. The key to navigating the rough terrain of autism is not something she discovers, but is instead something that has been subtly guiding her all along: autism is as wonderful as it is terrifying, as humorous as it is heartbreaking, in alternating and equal measures.




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  1. I received your _Turn Left Before Morning_ from Rattle. From the opening "Maybe God" I was swept up in the raw beauty of these poems. The tension between emotional intensity and deliberate design is palpable. Thank you for putting this incredibly good work out into the world, and more specifically the literary world that needs a powerful voice like yours.

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  2. I agree with "Unknown." Even repeated reading doesn't fail to hit me emotionally, not by sentimentalism, but attention to details of an event. Powerful.

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