Wow. This first book of poems by Jennifer Foerster reminds me of the urgent vision fueling Kerouac's On the Road. The road is a demanding being. Foerster spins her poem-songs like wheels. She's from a younger generation, and not a man but a young native woman trying to put the story of a broken people back together.
—Joy Harjo, author of Crazy Brave: A Memoir
In these poems spun from what has been scattered, Jennifer Foerster fashions the vessels not to re-gather those 'relics/littering the plains,' but to honor, to name. She herself has learned, beautifully.
—Eleni Sikelianos, author of Body Clock
For a book that unfurled like a wild, restless road trip, I took great delight in Jennifer Foerster's Leaving Tulsa. Sensuous, generous, full of beginnings and endings, this map of America flapping in the dark meditates on Foerster's Muskegee ancestry, the American prairie, the loss of her grandmother's land, and her shard-like rediscovery in California.
—Tess Taylor, NPR