In The Sky Was Once a Dark Blanket, we travel across landscape, from Kayenta, Arizona, and Canyon de Chelly to New York nightclubs and Hollywood. In this world, we orbit seascapes, petroglyphs, and 'blood, ancestor, cloud.' In this world, we listen to country music and honor our mothers. In this world, we see a reflection of ourselves among the stars and remember that long ago Coyote rebelled once and created the night sky. And through this rebellion, we find—rising up the page—spine, song, smoke, corn, an everlasting tomorrow. This debut collection is a book of time, lineage, dreams, and all the cosmic beauty we hold in our 'language full of light.'

—Jake Skeets, author of Eyes Bottle Dark with a Mouthful of Flowers

In ‘spangled’ Kinsale Drake begins with ‘enough about you,’ and ends with ‘our song,’ a move that serves as pronouncement and portend of what is to come in the luminous The Sky Was Once a Dark Blanket, a collection which sings a lyrical, heartbreaking, and relentless song, weaving its own dark blanket out of politics, history, and family. Unabashedly Navajo, Drake tells a history that has been pushed to the periphery and centers a perspective often ignored or dismissed as inconsequential. And yet, the consequences of this erasure are at the forefront of the poet’s mind when she asks, ‘what do you call ancestral homestead/stopped like a kitchen sink/the water/of your people/redirected to ranches?’ The ferocity of the push back against this cultural violence is equaled by the beauty of poems which are as astonishing as they are seductive, announcing Drake as a literary force and, in the words of her ‘Wax Cylinder,’ ‘a woman remembering her place among the stars.’

—Jacqueline Allen Trimble, author of How to Survive the Apocalypse

These poems come at you with a million volts of every kind of verbal and poetic intelligence, illuminating every kind of love. Every kind of longing, joy, and drive toward justice, too. Each poem lights up a new terrain where human experience becomes a landmark for everyone we ever touch—ancestor, mother, family, lover, other—everyone who makes us who we become.

—Heid E. Erdrich, author of Little Big Bully

Only a few first books read like a dispatch from a generation. The Sky Was Once a Dark Blanket is one of them. Reading Drake’s poems will enlarge your emotional horizon. Clever and immediate, perceptive to the workings of language, these poems emerge as touchstones by which we read our boisterous love, our contradictions, our cloying despairs, which is to say, our humanity. Whether divining lost NDN jazz singers like Mildred Bailey or listening to the woundedness of our dreams, you will feel pierced by Drake’s vigor of mind and attuned heart, by poems that echo the sweetest songs heard on a local radio station where you are 'loved by radio waves.' Mark your calendar and raise a toast. You have in your hands the solution to your future.

—Major Jackson, author of Razzle Dazzle: New & Selected Poems

In poems spoken, sung, whispered, pulled from the archive, and etched into landscape, Kinsale Drake articulates the position of the poet as one who speaks and listens, and one who recognizes that these two states are mutually inextricable. From the songs of Mildred Bailey, to Indigenous voices captured and exploited by anthropologists and record labels ('Gramophones were weapons, swallowing / the dying songs / voices / are still muted / in the dust bowl / of those English libraries. // But her voice is clear / as the Chattahoochee, / wide and glittering'), to scratched CDs and mixtapes, to Fleetwood Mac records propped up 'like an altar,' to the shifting terrain of radio waves—the history and mechanisms of recording and listening appear in nearly every poem of The Sky Was Once a Dark Blanket. You won’t want to stop listening; and when you do, you will find your listening has changed. This is a stunning, formally inventive debut, one that traces a poet’s sensibility and sound inside histories of perseverance, erasure, influence, and joy.

—Emily Skillings, author of Fort Not

Deeply rooted in her Navajo heritage, Drake . . . has crafted a lyrical and poignant collection punctuated with memory, love, and cultural survival that reads as both urgent and ancient.

—Sara Verstynen, Booklist

Drake soars with a simultaneously frenetic and restrained energy, demonstrating a polished skill that does nothing to dull her electric delivery. It’s a noteworthy achievement.

—Publishers Weekly, starred review

Drake’s poems, lyrical and expansive, are often situated in or near the Navajo Nation, offering personal and collective histories tightly linked to the land. . . . Throughout, the land is a dynamic presence—a character as real and living as the speaker, who chooses not to alienate herself from it, even when connection feels tenuous or demanding.

—Abbie Kiefer, Electric Lit

This collection is a joyous exploration of what it means to be Diné, to be the daughter of powerful women who’ve come before you, to grow up loved and still longing, and to call the Southwest home. If you think you know country, or even themes of colonization, reclamation, womanhood, and identity, The Sky Was Once a Dark Blanket offers a new song for all of us to sing without shame.

—Sofía Aguilar, LibroMobile