Praise for Matrilineal (2021) and Libation (2006):
In Matrilineal, Therese Gleason shows the reader the many faces of Mother Eve from childhood to old age, with clarity of vision that omits nothing. The centrality of the female body to the continuity of human life is here, as well as the dual appeal and repulsion of sex; the superstitions surrounding conception and childbirth; the social and religious attitudes that link sex to both duty and sin; the mother-daughter relationship in all its ambiguity; and the equally complex “battle of the sexes” that both divides and links irrevocably those responsible for our survival as a species. The text is studded with surprising poems that include medical procedures, observations on other forms of life, the woman as gateway between the living and the dead, her role as “keeper of the archive” seeking “meaning and patterns,” and an account of a descent into Mammoth Cave “through the black waters they call home.” These haunting poems are guaranteed to keep you wide awake through countless readings.
–Rhina P. Espaillat, Author, most recently, of The Field, and co-author of Brief Accident of Light: Poems of Newburyport, in collaboration with Alfred Nicol.
Therese Gleason’s Matrilineal is poetry of invocation, a calling forth the spirits of family history rooted in the landscape of memory and place. Her poems are archeology that mine the intersections of both the sharp and soft edged fragments of lineage and self that with her craft as poet painstakingly interlock the pieces into a vessel of wholeness. In her collection, Gleason becomes “keeper of the archive” as her “ancestor’s elemental eyes/the color of land, sea and sky, stare through me.” Matrilineal is a poetic journey through the sacred burial ground of both history and the human psyche; hers is language rooted in generations “heady with retrograde legacies” that examines the source of human fractures and attachments. It is a stunning collection that feels important and necessary for our time.
–Maura MacNeil, Author of This Last Place (Dancing Girl Press)
Connected as they are to a rich female life, these poems arrive from various sources. I admire their clean lines and images and the way they interrogate motherhood, ancestry, place and myth. Both brave and redemptive, they do “leave a mark of their own.”
–Joseph Millar, Author of Kingdom
What begins as a trip to Ghana for a white woman becomes a journey that as told by Gleason, eschews cliché and yet flirts with every stereotype of the white woman in a poor African country. Yet she emerges with a work that is aware of all the pitfalls of such a journey and manages to dance through unscathed because of the sharp honesty of her insight and the humanity of her imagination. Beyond that is the sheer strength of language – it’s care for detail and its love of music and pleasure despite the toughness of subject matter. There is a nightmare at the core of these poems, and, indeed, a woman is finding herself, her voice, her own meaning as she discovers a world that is alien to her. It would be easy to simply embrace this work for its dance with the exotic, but Gleason’s poetic instincts are too muscular and sharply self-aware for that. What she creates are poems that make you hold your breath with fear, anxiety and a deep desperate desire for something like redemption. In “White Nightgown” she turns a moment of real illness into the most eloquent and terrible of metaphors:
I hold in my hands a bloody mass. I coughed it up last night and I don't know what to do with it. Part of me wants to bury it like a placenta. Or maybe I should eat it, put it back inside. I didn't know I had it in me, such gore. I heaved it up with one long groan.
–Kwame Dawes, Contest Judge