Book of Sleep

Darius Atefat-Peckham

“many of us don’t even believe in god, but each night we come and on god                          we call for the others, for those who died, for me, for you, for Iran. the                          voices are coming from far away. They leave you shaken . . . I wonder                             if god is shaking too”

The Boy-Seeking will never understand                   how His father readsby osmosis. each night, falling asleep,                   one ear open, [steadfast] as a plant drawing breath, eating darkness.                   each morning, rising, eyesstraining through a new light, turning                   to dust. is it possible to listen [in] a new language? The Boy-Seeking has before                   fallen asleep only to be wokenwith a start, [our] memories rearranging                   the bones of His ear like a boxer’s after a bout. all of a sudden struck, all of a sudden                   the [purpose] of life proddingthe hard softness of his scalp. is it possible to be                   changed, just like that? is there such thing as successful revolution? to awaken                   His father’s fear that his boy, seeking,might never find home. that He’ll find                   home, but home won’t be with him. how to reconcile the [we]                   & [now]? to learn one, must He losethe other? another thing He’ll never                   understand: how to write that word they called Him. how to forgive                   His own tongue. for years He’ll erase &[press] space for pause. He’ll plummet                   down deep ocean canyons, looking through eyes that aren’t His own, & back                   to His father, awake, hand resting onHis spine, saying shhh & I don’t want you to be                   haunted for the rest of your life. maybe we do become                   what we’re called [on] to be. or maybeit’s just too painful, the alternative,                   that His father never sleeps.

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Darius Atefat-Peckham is the author of Book of Kin, winner of the Autumn House Poetry Prize (October, 2024) and editor of his mother’s, Susan Atefat-Peckham’s, posthumous collection Deep Are These Distances Between Us (CavanKerry Press, 2023). His work has recently appeared in Poetry Magazine, Poem-a-Day, The Kenyon Review, Oxford Poetry, The Georgia Review, and elsewhere. Atefat-Peckham grew up in Huntington, West Virginia and earned a Bachelor of Arts in English at Harvard. He is currently a Poetry Fellow at the Michener Center for Writers in Austin, Texas.

Darius Atefat-Peckham’s debut poetry collection follows a boy’s coming of age in the aftermath of a car accident that took the lives of both his mother and brother. Through these poems, Atefat-Peckham constructs a language for grief that is porous and revelatory, spoken assuredly across the imagination, bridging time and space, and creating a reciprocal haunting between the living and the dead.

Inspired by the Persian epic The Book of Kings, the Sufi mystic poetry of Rumi, and his mother’s poetry, these poems form a path of connection between the author and his Iranian heritage. Book of Kin interrogates what it means to exist between cultures, to be a survivor of tragedy, to practice love and joy toward one’s beloveds, and to hope for greater connection through poems that wade through time and memory “like so many fish spreading swimming in the green-blue.”

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