There is a lightness of touch here coupled with an assuredly quiet voice that has an expansive quality, equating the intellectual and the botanical, the flowering of ranunculus with human flowering, and the sensual nature of the earth with the rest of the universe. The poems deftly change their perspective through space and time so that all times feel concurrent and all things seem equal, continually in the state of transformation and yet always available.
Tag: poetry
A review of G-d, Sleep, and Chaos by Alan Fyfe
Despite the profane subjects: dole queues, building sites, and the bottom of coffee cups; Fyfe elevates the ordinary to extraordinary heights with captivating imagery, and a musicality that gently lulls the reader into a meditative trance. In ‘A Song for Saint Roch’ ‘two pristine cigarettes’ are juxtaposed with ‘two (painted) apples’: elevating the former to high art reminiscent of ‘The Plastic Bag Scene’ in the film American Beauty; viewed through a poet’s lens, to seek beauty from the most mundane items.
A review of Love Letters to Ukraine from Uyava by Kalpna Singh-Chitnis
The author, Kalpna Singh-Chitnis, exhibits great empathy for the Ukrainian people. For example, in “War: A One Way Street,” the poet “driving in [her] town,” imagines “sirens blaring, tanks rolling, / and guns pointing at people resisting.” There are no doves, no olive trees and as the stanzas unfold, she becomes “a woman raped,” “a fallen soldier,” “a father in exodus.” She has the emotional range to feel what they feel, calling herself “a person, and a nation, an ally, and an adversary.”
A review of The Ones by Kathleen Latham
Pick up this collection if you’re looking for catharsis in looking back on a history of love won and love lost. It is definitely keyed toward a more mature audience, but then might have good advice for the young and inexperienced: it will be painful, but in enduring we find something so much greater.
A review of Jehovah Jukebox by Joan Jobe Smith
By the time they became acquainted, Smith had quit dancing to pursue poetry. Bukowski would call her late at night and howl at her tales of being a go-go girl for seven years (“the bad luck time for / breaking a mirror, minimum sentence for a felony / conviction”). Bukowski, in his cheap L.A. apartment forty miles away “listened intently to my go-go girl tales.” Finally, one night, Bukowski told her: “You gotta write about all that madness, kid. So I did.” Jehovah Jukebox was conceived and born.
A review of Barefoot Poetess by Paris Rosemont
Words play across the pages, often moving in non-linear ways and encouraging different breath patterns in the reader. Play is joyful but it can also be a euphemism for abuse, as well as a kind of theatre that reclaims power to the disenfranchised. Some of the poems, most notably the title poem, have a purple quality: the language is elevated and even Shakespearean at times, but against this backdrop of play, the richness works, giving the work a performative and even, at times, fun quality.
A review of That Galloping Horse By Petra White
But, as I began to read more conventionally, from the beginning, turning page after page, pausing to reflect — to make a coffee, to gaze out of the window at the clouds lazily assembling themselves and then dissipating — I came to realise that this lightsome, low-risk morsel was an anomaly. The cumulative effect of this collection is more chilling. There is an ominous accretion of menace, of lurking dread.
A review of I Want to Take You Everywhere by Cassandra Manzolillo
As the title suggests, I Want to Take You Everywhere is a collection of poems that reckon with the need to love, the imprisonment of love, and the act of negotiating the distance between the body and emotional needs in the relationship. This young poet, lays out her psychology, not unlike the confessional poets of the 1970s. The process of saying acts as a performative device whose action includes the reader as a participant, while the poet posits a second and primary listener, real or imagined, her therapist.
A review of Self Geofferential by Geoffrey Gatza
Gatza’s book is continually cooking up new experiences, exotic taste treats, and sensual liaisons in celebration of living life from top to bottom and back again. Somehow his America is always there front and center, in the big city wilderness, the desert expanse, or sleepy small towns leaning under the shade of trees. He has developed a keen eye and ear for using the right word at the right time in the right way.
A review of Red Camaro: Poems by Dwaine Rieves
Rieves knots subjects together: moments of closeness, lack of friendship, learning to tie knots, rain, what the Bible says, pitching tents, sounds of rain. Thoughts do not happen in isolation; one leads on to others concerning a gesture, an action, a sight. In Rieves’ poetry, the reader’s mind travels with him. Is this “free association?” It is an exploration of a poetic mind, a mind that observes objects, places, people, and itself.