

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Vivian Faith Prescott (She/Her) was born and raised in Wrangell, Kaachxana.áak’w, a small island in Southeastern Alaska in the Alexander Archipelago, also known as the Inside Passage. She writes and thrives at her family’s fishcamp next to the sea on the land of the Shtax’heen Kwáan. She’s a member of the Pacific Sámi Searvi and a founding member of the first LGBTQIA+ group on the island. She’s the author of more than a dozen books, including poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. She’s also a co-founder and co-facilitator of two Alaskan writers’ groups: Blue Canoe Writers and the Drumlin Poets.
ABOUT THE BOOK:
The poems in The Tide Book are a lyrical record of living beside the Pacific Ocean while caretaking for an aging father. Poet, Vivian Faith Prescott, lives on a small island in Southeast Alaska tucked into the Alexander Archipelago in Tlingit Aaní. She’s living at her fishcamp in Wrangell, Kaachxaana.áak’w, when the Covid-19 pandemic hits, and shortly thereafter, her father is diagnosed with a rare bladder cancer. As the ocean becomes a persona, a way through which to see her world, the relationship with her father and the ocean deepens. The daily rhythm of tidal life becomes what sustains her.
ADVANCE PRAISE:
“Vivian Faith Prescott is an ocean oracle of our time. Pulsing, buoyant, in these pages are fishing stories of a poet’s love for her father, her grandchildren, her tides, and animal allies. Trace the island shapes of sea stars, intertidal sponges, and barnacles that insist on surviving—like ancestors—in the face of foreign contamination. Breathe in the salt air beauty of resistance and joy, and trace your finger along the curve of a limpet to find a raven’s hat. And like ‘a kingfisher sitting on the porch railing . . . remove your hat, respect the quiet.’”
–Arielle Taitano Lowe, author of Ocean Mother
In The Tide Book, Vivian Faith Prescott’s poems flash at twilight’s edge — bioluminescence in a sea of blue-black. With language as delicate as abalone shell and fierce as the tide, she reimagines the ordinary into something sacred. Slant light pewter-darkened skies give way to an embroidered blanket of stars, where grief and tenderness hold hands in the hush between waves. This is the marigram — the luminous record of the rise and fall of tides, of the ache and beauty of coastal living, of what we love, and what leaves us, beneaped. Prescott’s voice is intimate and vibrant, casting a net that gathers what the heart remembers and the sea never forgets.
–Kersten Christianson, author of The Ordering of Stars