Her Dress Does a Flip
by Lynn Fitzgerald
27 poems ~ 55 pages
Price: $15.00
Publisher: Dancing Girl Press
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ABOUT THE BOOK:
If you love experimental poetry, if you enjoy unique treatments of subject matter, if you revel in lyricism, narrative, and ekphrastic poems, Her Dress Does a Flip, will not disappoint. In fact, you may decide to place a double order to share this remarkable collection with a friend.
ADVANCE PRAISE:
“Lynn Fitzgerald’s Her Dress Does a Flip is largely about the complex relationships we keep with lovers, family, heritage, and writing, and how we negotiate their dynamics. These sensuous poems, like paintings, pull us directly into their scenes while still conjuring the mystery that makes poems resonate, the mystery of “that night” when you pulled with your eyes/the whole prairie into your sleeve.”
–Brenda Cárdenas is the current Poet Laureate of Wisconsin
“Lynn Fitzgerald’s Her Dress Does a Flip is a deeply felt exploration into mysteries that attract and pull us apart–often at the same time. Using a keen eye and surprising language, she guides us on this treacherous path as if balanced “on the bottom of an overturned boat.” She is not interested in arriving at conclusions but prefers instead to deepen our engagement with the difficulties of love and desire.”
–Mike Puican, author of Central Air, (2020)
“In Lynn Fitzgerald’s Her Dress Does a Flip, Greek myth merges with genealogy against a tableau of cherry red Cadillacs, apple trees, and the skirts of Catholic girls. In these poems, we encounter iconic figures from Virgil to Penelope to Marilyn Monroe, while Fitzgerald entwines us in the technicolor splendor of films and art “with words that sounded like a song.”’
–Simone Muench, author of The Under Hum Tree (2024) with Jackie K. White
“Seasoned with fragments of myth and heartbreak, these lyrical poems honor our strange world of sawdust and Black Forest cherry cake, boots and motor oil and dangling cigarettes, and fear that ultimately presents a balance. The poems hum with the tough fragility of a prairie and a city, and ‘wild gardens ripe with birth.’”
–Michael Meyerhofer, author of What to Do if Buried Alive
“Lynn Fitzgerald’s poetry revels in the senses and the sensual. She seems to be the doyenne of love, a love that Billy Holiday sung of, “Hush now, don’t explain you’re my joy and pain.” From a fading Marlon Brando to Caesar’s faltering last breath, the poet is always a seductress, ironic and not a stranger to the very gallows of humor.”
–Doug Holder-former Co-President of the New England Poetry Club
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Lynn Fitzgerald’s latest chapbook, Her Dress Does a Flip (2025) is available from dancinggirlpress.com. Her awards include the Jane Hirschfield Award for the poem, “Stendhal Syndrome,” an award for the poem, “Houseplant,” from the Tallgrass Writers poetry contest, a Community Arts Assistance Grant for artistic merit and publication of a chapbook, Closer to the Earth, published by Moon Journal Press; National Endowment for the Humanities Fellowships to study Dante’s Divine Comedy, and Petrarch’s Il Canzoniere, three Oppenheimer Awards, and a University of Chicago fellowship for scholarly work. She has served as Poet in Residence for the Chicago Public Library, collaborating with Young Chicago Authors, and coaching the youth slam team to the finals. Her poems have been published in various literary journals, and she has featured in cafes and galleries. She serves on the board of True Muse, Inc.
FROM THE BOOK:
il-logic
by Lynn Fitzgerald
He can only imagine the world
She walks or wears her hair in
Love is a deprivation of sorts
Some logic lost, an interruption of integrity.
She can only imagine the world
He walks and wears his glasses in
Or how he doesn’t look at life but does.
Yet she knows how his hands feel
How definite the grasp
And this holds fast the dream,
The arm reaches with the fingers for the pen
The wrist supports the words.
Is this a poem or is it life?
The man stretches his dark coat across
His shoulders, walks through the doorway
Into his world and the woman steps
Inside her life, silent as a leaf falling to ground.
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