Jessica Goodfellow : Poet
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Mendeleev's Mandala

Jessica Goodfellow has a joyous intelligence and electric tongue. Reading this book a first time, my only regret was that I couldn’t read it a second first time. But then I read it a first second time and a first third. You see what I’m doing? I’m reading this book over and over, without ever completely taking it in. I think you will too. And like me, want only one thing from Jessica Goodfellow – more. 
– Bob Hicok

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This book is a library whittled down to a message in a bottle. Here is a poet who has boldly refused to abide to the expectations of genre—but instead, pushes language and form as a means of asking the most urgent questions. The result is a courageous and kaleidoscopic, at times tender and vulnerable, exploration of motherhood and family—set against the backdrops of science, history, religion, myths, and mathematics. When a poet embarks on a book as myriad and borderless as this one, we are gifted the rare chance to stand at the threshold of a formidable human storm. And from here, it is clear that Goodfellow’s Mendeleev’s Mandala is an electric book. But its lines are not limited to lightning. They move more like thunder, startling, resonant, and suddenly everywhere in the mind at once.
–Ocean Vuong, author of Night Sky With Exit Wounds

From the origin of the number zero to immigration to map making, these poems leap dynamically between ideas and a blazing exploration of language. Folding and unfolding with searing brilliance, these poems reveal our human condition with a down-to-earth sense of humor and wonder. This must-read collection nourishes mind and body and opens up whole new ways of seeing the world around us. 
– Judy Halebsky, author of Tree Line

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NEW REVIEW at Better View of the Moon
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NEW REVIEW at Coal Hill Review
NEW REVIEW at Poets' Quarterly
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NEW REVIEW at Cleaver Magazine
NEW REVIEW at Tweetspeak Poetry
NEW REVIEW at The Japan Times
NEW REVIEW at The Compulsive Reader
NEW REVIEW at the Winter Tangerine Review


This poem from Mendeleev's Mandala is also a Motionpoems Film which was shown at the Minneapolis St. Paul International Film Festival!

Crows, Reckoning

​A crow remembers who crowded it out of the trash can,
who cast at it sticks and rocks and rockets fashioned from bottles.
Long after you have forgotten, the crow remembers your face, 
the space between your eyes, the rise of your cheek, 
your beakless maw, and with caw both credo and cri de coeur, 
the crow causes you to recall that gardens are, by their nature, 
not nature, but the cult of cranium over creation, 
a human rebuke cloaked in clover and cockscomb and crocus. 
A crow says, If a garden is not god-wrung, then who 
seeded the Garden of Eden, crux of the human cradle, 
till ceded by Adam and even then who, do you suppose, 
forespoke the stain of Cain if not a crow, or a murder
of crows.  
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