Rebecca Brock is the author of The Way Land Breaks (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions 2023). Her work appears in The Threepenny Review, CALYX, River Heron Review, THRUSH and elsewhere. In 2022, she won the Muriel Craft Bailey Memorial Poetry Contest at The Comstock Review, the Kelsay Book's Woman's Poetry Prize and the Editor's Choice Award at Sheila-Na-Gig. She is a reader for SWWIM. She has been a flight attendant for most of her adult life and is still surprised by this fact.

Books by Rebecca Brock:

Other poems on the web by Rebecca Brock:
Two poems
Two poems
"At the Corn Maze, I Wait"
"I Am, You Are"
"Good Housekeeping"
"After Reading Geohazard Warning Signs at Mt. Rainier"
"Scientists Determine Time Perception Varies Between Animals"
"Borah Peak Earthquake, 1983"
"A Rock Is a Rock Is a Rock"
"Rare Sighting"

Rebecca Brock's Website.

Rebecca Brock on Twitter.

About The Way Land Breaks:

"I never do trust / light to last, Rebecca Brock claims in her poem, 'My Mother as the Sun.' But the light does last, like a lingering tropical sunset, in this incandescent collection. Whether Brock is writing about beloved members of her family or inhabitants of the natural world, she shines a radiant beam upon them, crafted with what seems like almost instinctual imagery, so the reader can view her subjects the way that she does. That light is joy; it is gratitude; it is honesty. And that perception continues to glow even when she writes about pain and hardship and moments that lesser poets might want to keep hidden. In The Way Land Breaks, light purifies. And Brock knows how to wield it as a blessing."
—Jen Karetnick

"Rebecca Brock's poems are birthed into a landscape of questions. As she seeks to understand the complicated relationships between mother and child, human and the natural world, the poet doesn't propose trite answers. Instead, she offers 'language / that cuts through / our inadequate tongues.' She writes of trees and tigers, mushrooms and marshmallows, dogs and birds, glaciers and stars, her mother and her sons, acknowledging 'It's not that nothing is beautiful / or true— / just that so many things are.' In carefully crafted, vulnerable poems, Brock attests that 'looking too close at anything might prove / unbearable,' but she looks anyway, redeeming the bewildering aspects of relationships with wonder and deep love. She gathers 'the things / that can't be said' and fearlessly speaks them in this beautiful collection."
—Sandy Coomer

"In richly detailed lyrics, Rebecca Brock considers life's unconformities, applying a geological metaphor to life as a daughter, wife, and mother. From the American West, where unconformities are visible in rock formations, to the East Coast, and in the air above them, Brock's observations and meditations invite her readers to travel with her into the landscapes of the soul."
—Pat Valdata