Praise for Love Cohoes

“Heroic, elegiac, with a novel-like scope and depth and richness. These poems are warriors carrying full and wounded hearts.” Therese L. Broderick, 2013 overall winner, The Poetry Project with Poetry Ireland, and author of Dislodged (Benevolent Bird Press, 2013)

“Elizag [Elizabeth Gordon] gives middle-aged white ladies a bad name. She can wreck it with the best of them.” Taylor Mali, NYC-Urbana slam master, four-time National Poetry Slam champion and author of What Teachers Make: In Praise of the Greatest Job in the World (Putnam 2012)

“Love Cohoes is an song to decrepitude, a tune to the working class, to the geographical lines that separate race—and in this verse Gordon bravely tackles the complexities of privilege through her own equally complex identity. ‘Cohoes’ itself transcends city and becomes a repeated call—no longer a physical place of residence, but beautiful music entering the air as hallelujah.” J. D. Scott, Moonshot Magazine

“It is a tough love Elizabeth Gordon delivers in Love Cohoes. She addresses her gritty low rent defacto segregated town with both admiration and sorrow, describing the surviving spirit, unfolding the history and exposing the opening and closing battered heart of the disenfranchised poor. Her terrific work “The Clotheslines of Cohoes” is not fiction. In this work as well as the entire book, the details are rendered precise & unique, yet in the end it is more than a metaphor for what’s right and what’s not in Cohoes. It is a blueprint for saving the good of these United States.”  Andy Clausen, author of Without Doubt (Zeitgeist Press, 1990); co-editor with Eliot Katz and Allen Ginsberg of Poems for the Nation: A Collection of Contemporary Political Poems (7 Stories Press, 1997), and Home of the Blues: More Selected Poems (MAP Publications, 2013)

“Elizabeth Gordon digs in and looks for the parts of experience that hold weight, brings them out, holds them up to the light, owns them. That is the beauty of her poetry. She says things that matter.” Dominique Christina, holder of four national poetry titles, author of The Bones, the Breaking, the Balm: a Colored Girl’s Hymnal (Penmanship Books 2014)

Readers Write: Your poem [“The Clotheslines of Cohoes”] made me . . . remember bringing in my cousin’s stiff, frozen dungarees and draping them on a radiator so he could wear them back to Coast Guard duty during WW 2. When he was missing in action, all I could think of was trying to dry those dungarees. And when my cousin Joker’s plane was shot down over Belgium, I hung onto Mrs. Reilly’s clothesline because that’s where my old rubber doll landed the day he dropped it from his Piper Cub. My homemade parachute disintegrated on the dolls way down and it barely missed Mrs. Reilly. I had never heard her swear before. With Joker missing, there was comfort in that clothesline. So many memories were hung with those clothes. Your poem helped me gather mine and, after all, isn’t that what poetry is for? Maryanne Maria