Hayden SaunierThe interconnectedness of everything on earth, how we belong to it all, how permeable boundaries are between us and the natural world, how things sing and what they sing of are rendered with aching acuity. Whether a poem's focus shines on a 'rump sprung sofa,' a turkey vulture, or dazzling autumn trees described as 'sugar maple drama queens,' even evanescence becomes rich and luminous in these poems. This is a gorgeous, precise and deeply graceful collection.

Other poems by Hayden Saunier in Verse Daily:
April 29, 2010:   "Tips for Domestic Travel" "If you walk up, weeping, to an airline counter..."
March 7, 2010:   "Last Will" "When I am ash, as is my wish..."

Books by Hayden Saunier:

Other poems on the web by Hayden Saunier:
"The One and the Other"
"The Way It Is with My Father"
Two poems
"How to Move In"
"Bitter Night in the Country"
"Wooden Bowl of Spangled Fruit"

Hayden Saunier's Website.

About How to Wear This Body:

"The interconnectedness of everything on earth, how we belong to it all, how permeable boundaries are between us and the natural world, how things sing and what they sing of are rendered with aching acuity. Whether a poem's focus shines on a 'rump sprung sofa,' a turkey vulture, or dazzling autumn trees described as 'sugar maple drama queens,' even evanescence becomes rich and luminous in these poems. This is a gorgeous, precise and deeply graceful collection."
—Amy Gerstler

"If you want to learn how to live on this planet, read How to Wear This Body, a lyric and riveting book uniquely suited to help us survive the hard facts of our existence and to do so with wit and courage, intelligence and grace. Yes, everything is coming to an end. / The way it does each hour of the day. No better night for carnivals, you say. In wry and wise poem after poem, Hayden Saunier offers us heady wine and late-season asparagus, companionable dogs and grandmothers dropping the wide straps of their brassieres, roadside theatre and heart surgery while sleeping, grief and the wherewithal to brave it, and in every poem room is left / for the cracked-// open door of the ordinary miracle."
—Christopher Bursk