
Katie Manning’s 28,065 Nights (River Glass Books, 2020) is beautifully both elegy and ode, prose and poetry. Through twenty pages of patient reflection, Manning honors one of the most special people in her life, her Granny. As someone who recently lost her own grandmother, I found these poems remarkably relatable; their emotions ring true and universal. And still, Manning’s chapbook is very much uniquely hers, with honest details and nuance that brilliantly navigate grief and love with grace.
28,065 Nights functions on a steady heartbeat, with each prose poem a neat block on the page and with little variation in form. This safe rhythm allows writer and readers alike to settle in and more closely examine the complex aftermath of loss. The chapbook begins with an explanation, indicating Manning’s desire to make sense of something. In “Your Death Explained in Birds,” Manning looks towards nature for answers, though at this point the reader doesn’t know who the “you” is yet. She writes, “Death is the great egret at the swamp, picking newly hatched green herons from their cypress nest…Death is the egret dropping fresh young birds into the swamp with barely a ripple.” (Manning 1). Such disheartening imagery points towards not just the circle of life, but an insignificant and commonplace quality of death. Other lines aim to define the self amongst such loss. Manning states, “I am the pregnant woman standing horrified and helpless. I am the mother heron shrieking and snapping on the branch below. I am the smallest green heron in the nest” (1). The ability to place oneself in multiple positions, to know oneself literally and metaphorically, demonstrates Manning’s dexterity as a poet and provides insight towards the keen self-awareness to follow in the chapbook.
Manning paints a vivid picture of Granny for readers to care about and grieve for. One of the strongest poems from 28,065 Nights, “How to Use Vanilla,” has a didactic title. In the midst of loss, it’s natural to look for directions in order to move forward. Manning learns not only how to make syrup for waffles, but also about the type of woman Granny was. She shares:
“You told me that when you were young, poor girls used vanilla extract as perfume…You’d save it for secret dates, for sneaking off to carnivals. One drop for an older boy, two drops if Daddy disapproved of him for driving too fast.” (Manning 3)
For so many folks, it’s hard to imagine familial elders as people living their lives before their roles as grandparent, parent, etc. in relation to our existence. For example, a later poem, “I Sniff Your Socks,” includes a tender description of Granny: “They smell like you—clean soap, a light blue smell. I handle them carefully and keep them folded” (Manning 13). On the surface, such details are fitting for a grandmother or matriarch. “How to Use Vanilla,” on the other hand, is a delightful celebration to a young woman’s ingenuity, resourcefulness, and rebellious nature. Even though the poem ends on the domestic image of homemade waffles, Manning has flashed an entire life in the previous lines.
At times, Manning’s speaker admits to the struggle of actualizing her main subject in words. When one is first the listener and later becomes the storyteller, details are forgotten, reshaped, or given different significance. “Thomas Anthony,” an example of this phenomenon, is a sad poem about a stillborn child. While the poem ends with an admittance, “The last time you told me this story, I realized I’d never asked the baby’s name” (7), the title reminds readers that Manning, at some point, did learn. Manning uses a seemingly simple format to house her poems, and yet such play with suspense and timing has me rereading them over and over.
Throughout 28,065 Nights, Manning’s speaker acknowledges the passing of time with a tone that’s mature and also saddened. She asks in the middle of the chapbook: “Can the memory of you stay in these things…?” (12). Even without grief or trauma, memory is challenging to control. Poems, objects, stories, places, and familiar faces all help us retain beloved moments in our minds, but ultimately, like nature’s circle of life for the egret in the swamp, there is loss and new birth. One of the later poems in the book, structured as three prose blocks, is organized around three basic understandings that relate to the past, present, and future: “Your house is the setting of my earliest stories…Your house is also my mind’s blueprint for every other house…Your house is someone else’s house now” (16). Once again, Manning reveals information in the title, “The New Owner Invited Me In,” that readers then understand more clearly once they reach the last line.
28,065 Nights is touching and honest portrayal of losing a matriarch. Manning’s details of the past and questions for the future show all the nuances that come with grief, including laughter, joy, and healing. She ends the chapbook with the title poem, which emphasizes the necessity of stories. 28,065 Nights, therefore, also functions on the whole as a set of instructions, encouraging readers to hold onto stories as tightly as possible, that they are as vital as breathing to keep moving on, to continue living life to the fullest.
28,065 Nights is available from River Glass Books
Livia Meneghin (she/her) is the author of the chapbook Honey in My Hair and the Sundress Publications Reads Editor. She earned a Writers’ Room of Boston Poetry Fellowship, Breakwater Review‘s 2022 Peseroff Prize, and Second Place in The Room Magazine‘s 2023 Poetry Contest. Her writing has found homes in Gasher, Thrush, Whale Road Review, and elsewhere. She earned her MFA from Emerson College, where she now teaches writing and literature. She is a cancer survivor.












































