The poet explains the origin of the poetry book's unusual title: A sure way to catch catfish and other bottom-feeders is to squeeze a ball of partially dried cow's blood around a hook. The blood dissolves slowly, spreading its tendrils of odor into the surrounding water. It's like the tight wad of blood relations out of which I keep flinging myself and my words, both to lure whatever is out there and to assure myself of how tightly I'm hooked to the center.
Fleda Brown Jackson's poems have appeared in Kenyon Review, Iowa Review, Poetry Northwest, Ariel, and Southern Humanities Review. She has also published essays on William Dean Howells, D. H. Lawrence, and other contemporary British writers.