Hi all. Been kind of out of the blog business for a while, but wanted to announce my second collection of poetry – officially available now for purchase. Here are what some fine folks had to say about it. And – click HERE or the pic for a link to purchase. Thanks for your love and support.
Mary writes in the language of body and debris—at once physical, palpable, and, at times, obscured. Think of the last time you bared your knees to grass. One Last Cigarette burns with brutality in the night spilling open, plants questions to itself in mirrors. How does a meticulous, impossibly constructed gathering of cells become such a wanting and habitual machine? In another room, the torn sky answers, the body does not forget.
Mary Stone Dockery’s One Last Cigarette is a seance of sorts, poems peopled by smoke-blown ghosts who do not just clip the candles or rattle the window frames, but rather get afternoon drunk and braid your hair. They are a story of wanting — wanting more, less, something different than what you think you have. They are language that is half-naked and tingles the skin like like teenage love or too much whiskey. These poems are sexy, sad, and, yes, haunting.
-Erin Elizabeth Smith
Mary Stone Dockery lights fireworks, “alters the cells around us”, in this thunderous, fierce, necessary collection, One Last Cigarette. Dockery consumes us, heart, spleen and lungs, “seeking each crack” within the psyche, blasting it until we stare into space waiting for the next cascade of “what color the world is after a night rain”.
One Last Cigarette is mesmerizing, reverberates our explosive, unexplored lives back at us. It’s brilliant and unforgettable. Read it!
–Meg Tuite, author of Bound by Blue
One Last Cigarette is an intimate collection that reads like a bundle of love letters. Sensual but never vulgar, Stone Dockery conjures the ghosts of mothers, lovers, and children in these tightly crafted poems. She drops us into the tension of desire and loss coexisting in relationships with melancholy lines like “I allowed you inside me/a gloomy fog seeking each crack the last comfort.” These poems are reality seen through a prism: distorted Midwestern landscapes, a glimpse of a couple through a haze of smoke, hallucinations experienced in real-time.
-Katie Longofono, author of The Angel of Sex
Mary Stone Dockery’s poetry engages with the world through a keen and surprising vision. Her images shift and reveal truths by conjuring a kaleidoscopic inner and outer landscape. Reading Dockery’s work is akin to watching a lightning storm through your window: you watch the flashes of light in simultaneous terror and awe as you witness beauty alongside destruction—you realize you are safe, but you still flinch with every thunderclap. The visceral and haunting words of Dockery fulgurate this same way: you’ll hold her blazes behind your eyelids long after you read them, you’ll keep her rich sensuality stored under your own tongue.
–Anne Champion, author of Reluctant Mistress