Working the Roots

Bennett's Working the Root propels readers into the visceral materiality of our lives, as she implores that we not only observe but celebrate the complexities of our existences. Bennett's speaker "recreates the story of [the] body" in poems that explore self-love's intersection with desire, grief, and the power to create. As these poems cascade into each other, blood is the ligature, the life force, the root that binds them together. I will continue to return to these poems for not only their vitality but their viscosity-the way they stick with me.

-Chet'la Sebree, author of Blue Opening

In the poem, "Denial", Bennett writes: "And I am no conjure / woman / yet." but it is far from the truth. Working the Roots is an altar that summons even the shyest of ancestors, both living and deceased, to come and rest their weary spirits. It is a spiritual offering that sacrifices the blood born of loss, grief, intimacy, relationship, and Blackness. Anyone who has the opportunity to touch these pages and read these words should know they are encountering holy land-revere it as such.

-Najya Williams, author of ON A DATE WITH DISAPPOINTMENT