When I die slingshot my ashes onto the surface of the moon - by Jennifer Nguyen (Paperback)

About the Book

Poetry is / can / be anything ... everything. She is sleepy, but they cannot sleep. It is 4:44 a.m. loneliness, this restlessness. The soft hue of blue from the TV bathes the room via a 24/7 lo-fi livestream.

Book Synopsis

'Poetry is / can / be anything ... everything, ' says When I die slingshot my ashes onto the surface of the moon. She is sleepy, but they cannot sleep. It is 4:44 a.m. loneliness, this restlessness. The soft hue of blue from the TV bathes the room via a 24/7 lo-fi livestream. 'Poems are troubled into existence' - When I die, she read that somewhere, but cannot remember where, but it has stayed, it is the underpinning of this book and all that contains with/in/out. Where did these bruises come from? The heart, the brain, the heart, the soul? How do I live? How do I keep on living? I don't know, is the honest answer. I must, is the honest honest answer.

Review Quotes

"Jennifer Nguyen's collection, When I die slingshot my ashes onto the surface of the moon, is a haven for lonely souls, insomniacs, the abandoned and the forgotten. It is both blanket fort and paper boat. I want to curl up within her words, like a cat. Jen's poems remind me to pay attention, to be gentle to myself and to others. Self-deprecating, funny and sincere, they retain a childlike awe." - Shu-Ling Chua (Australian Poetry Journal)

'In When I die slingshot my ashes onto the surface of the moon, Jennifer Nguyen asks how does one live and keep living. It is beautiful, contemplative, humorous, absurd and unique. Her poems are dreamlike and yet so visceral. Very moving.' - Emma Co (Bookseller, Better Read Than Dead)