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Following Sea

Spanning almost two hundred years, Following Sea finds anchor in the submerged regions of the heart. With great care, Lauren Carter wades into family histories and geography, all the while charting her own territories. Carried by the ebb and flow of language, Carter’s second collection explores issues of infertility, identity, and settler migration, offering a tender examination of home. Urgent and intimate, Following Sea leads us along the shoreline of Carter’s Manitoulin memories to show us what she has carried up from the depths.

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Lauren Carter’s poems plumb landscapes of precarious settlement in a fluid dance of lament and praise, illuminating the histories of families who carved hope and survival out of treacherous conditions. These poems are grounded in the spare, sensuous language of contemplative attention, at once raw and graceful, quaking with loss. Here, the steadfast cling to life through bitter winters in Northern Ontario, with only slivers of fish for survival, yet, like their descendants, remain lit by the “tiny diamonds” of their dreams. Following Sea speaks to the listening heart, to those who know intimately how barren territory inspires strength that survives generations. — Lorri Neilsen Glenn, author of Following the River: Traces of Red River Women

I think of Lauren Carter’s Following Sea as a scale that weighs the past against the future. Carter’s retrospective gaze does not dip into nostalgia or sentimentality; neither does it romanticize cottage life or the hardship of settlers. Instead, with depth of feeling and restraint of language, she offers us a balancing act of heritage, hardship, and hope. In her words, “I look backwards / because the future / is too hard to bear.” She only looks to the past; she does not retreat into it. The past and the future pull us at each arm: “All morning // the cemetery / tugged at me, but I didn’t go.” That’s the point. Carter does not disappear into the unknowable past or the unknowable future but plants herself as a fulcrum in the now. —Ian Williams