Derrick Austin, 1989-

Book - 2021

"The insights of a young, queer Black man from the South surviving depression and building a poet's life in modern-day America"--

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Rochester, NY : BOA Editions, Ltd 2021.
Main Author
Derrick Austin, 1989- (author)
First edition
Item Description
"The Isabella Gardner Poetry Award for 2021"--Half title page.
Physical Description
84 pages ; 23 cm
Includes bibliographical references.
  • Days of 2014
  • Tenderness
  • Is This or Is This True as Happiness
  • Twitter Break: I Watch a Movie
  • Dorian Corey
  • The Witching Hour
  • Late Summer
  • Proverb
  • Flies
  • Thinking of Romanticism, Thinking of Drake
  • To Friendship
  • Letter to Brandon
  • Birth Chart
  • My Education
  • Little Epic
  • Epithalamium
  • The Devil's Book
  • Hotline Bling (Voicemail)
  • Black Docent
  • Villiers
  • Black Dandy
  • Dear & Decorations
  • Remembering God After Three Years of Depression
  • Let Them Be Not What They Were Made For
  • Cachet & Compassion
  • Letter to Cody on Walpurgisnacht
  • Sadness Isn't the Only Muse
  • Son Jarocho
  • Epithalamium
  • The Marina
  • Cumberland Island
  • Knight of Cups
  • Exegesis as Self-Elegy
  • Black Magdalene
  • January 2017
  • Blue Core
  • The Lost Woods as Elegy for Black Childhood
  • Poem for Julian
  • "And Also with You"
  • Object Label
  • Taking My Father and Brother to the Frick
  • Lilting
  • Notes
  • Acknowledgments
  • About the Author
  • Colophon

Is This or Is This True as Happiness When we finally make it, we sit on cold stones. The river curling over and under our feet even colder. His secret place. The air has that early fall smell, things beginning to rot, the wet soil nourishing itself. We're trespassing. Anything could happen to me in this white ass town. I'm terrified if he knows that and terrified if he doesn't. My body is puffy, unremarkable. I've grown distant and sullen. A witch told me gin placates the dead. Whose dead have I been trying to drown drinking my own elegy? He asks if I'm happy, and I say yes. See how easy it is to get here , he says. Yes , I say. But you have to take me back . Excerpted from Tenderness by Derrick Austin All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.