A cairn is a gathering of stones that marks where people have traveled. It’s also a place to leave messages, not knowing who might receive them.
Cairn gathers poetry and prose written over the course of 40 years by a former Writer Laureate of Alaska. “Taken together, the poems in this volume form a kind of verse cairn,” writes Kevin Clark in his introduction, which praises Ms. Shumaker for her hyper-attunement to the natural world and for writing unabashedly “against a tradition of austere male expression.”
Ms. Shumaker is the daughter of two deserts—the Sonoran desert where she grew up and the subarctic desert of interior Alaska where she lives now. Cairn is her 11th book. A professor emerita of English at the University of Alaska Fairbanks, she teaches in the Rainier Writing Workshop at Pacific Lutheran University.
Ms. Shumaker’s reckoning with the decline then death of her close friend and former student Eva Saulitis, in a section titled “Impossible Grace,” will break your heart — it’s true — and it will remind you that you have one.
“We hope that someone will recognize that … these stacks of stones commemorate and leave messages, but we don’t know. We can’t ever know,” says Peggy Shumaker on the Living Writers podcast. Listen to the whole three-question interview here.
Peggy Shumaker at Colgate
Join us in person or via Zoom on Thursday, Sept. 26, for Peggy Shumaker’s reading and book-signing. All Living Writers events take place at 4:30 ET in Persson Auditorium. Refreshments available.
Beyond the Book
- “It’s remarkable Shumaker arrived where she is today, highly educated, widely traveled, and a mentor to others, rather than, say, an exhausted waitress with a nicotine habit,” writes David James in his Anchorage Daily News review of Cairn.
- Read “Exit Glacier,” “Night Dive,” “Spirit of the Bat” and other poems by Peggy Shumaker here.
- In “Wild Darkness,” an essay published in Orion, Eva Saulitis writes movingly about coming to terms with her own impending death.
“Lovely, the sunrise
caught in cholla blossoms,
the roadrunner’s mad red
eye slash. Gone.”
Peggy Shumaker, "Lives of Shadows, Lingering Scent"