That title. I am a sucker for a title like that. My favorite poems tend to be those that are a little raw by nature. They tend to break my heart a little. I've rarely been one for a happy poem. That title drew me right in to a collection I knew I'd enjoy. As... Continue Reading →
The format and style of this memoir is a lot like Jacqueline Woodson"s brown girl dreaming. The particular setting and type of story is a little different but it's also a Civil Rights era memoir written by a WOC entirely in poetry. Given all those descriptors, one would think that they would be similar, but... Continue Reading →
The last of the women are some kind of magic series and the perfect way to finish things off. Amazing things happen when women use our voices.
Stars: 4 of 5 Honestly, I wasn't in love with the beginning of this collection. It had initially felt like a repeat of the first book. Though Milk and Honey had been amazing to read, I had already read that book and did not want to consider that such a brilliant book would be the first of... Continue Reading →
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.1Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;preserve my life from dread of the enemy.2Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,from the throng of evildoers,3who whet their tongues like swords,who aim bitter words like arrows,4shooting from ambush at the blameless,shooting at him suddenly and without fear.5They hold... Continue Reading →
Stars: 4 of 5 I am intrigued by the idea of God in retirement in Florida. I grew up in South Florida, where so many people retire which made the concept hit a little close to home. Still, I could use a book group or poetry class to unpack everything going on in some of... Continue Reading →
Review: While the princess saves herself in this one was good, it was nothing like this. This one hit me like a ton of bricks. I reread it three times that day and keep it close. As before, much of the imagery comes from the fairy tales it got it's name from, but there's just... Continue Reading →
Review: It took a minute to get where Choi was coming from at first, but once I got it, I was floored. The back cover description puts it best: Choi's poems read like lucid dreams that jolt awake at the most unexpected moments. I tried to think of something that I could say that better... Continue Reading →