“Lisa Baird has a voice that is fierce, queer, accessible, and alchemical. Whether stark or fantastical, her poems approach trauma with a transformative intelligence. There is a curative ferocity here—a way of speaking about violence that serves not as a reliving but as a retrieval of power, a form of resistance. These poems are not afraid to be angry—there are hexes and blow-torch renovations—but they can also be tender, weird, grief-filled, playful, and full of awe. Throughout, the natural world serves as witness, refuge, and counterpoint. Each section opens with a poem constructed from words found in a seed catalogue. In these poems, plants resist by growing, and bodies by finding joy. This necessary collection, which deals with topics ranging from childhood trauma to rape culture to queer-on-queer violence, also contains the seeds of a joyful and embodied survival.”

—Anna Swanson, author of Lambda Award-winning book The Nights Also

“Lisa Baird has built us a rare, necessary storehouse in Winter’s Cold Girls. Like the seed catalogues and fire towers that inhabit these poems, Baird is taking account and keeping watch—over the performance of apologies, the escalation of queer misogyny and relationship violence, our betrayal of the natural world. How fortunate we are to have this vigilant, persistent book that refuses to look away from the false promises of forgiveness, the ‘word for the things queers leave unsaid,’ the transformation of our bodies by grief and abuse, and the persistence of the earth—’where tiny creatures tougher than you continue.’ These poems are such creatures. What a continual gift.”

—Leah Horlick, author of For Your Own Good