There's a note from the author in break your glass slippers that got me thinking about the idea of poetry as either fiction or nonfiction. For most of my life, poetry existed in this world beyond fiction and nonfiction. By dictionary definition, poetry cannot be fiction or nonfiction, as both are defined as works of... Continue Reading →
Psalm 70 is yet another psalm of David, this one listed as a memorial offering. I went back to find what that meant, and it is a part of the offering left for God to remember the psalmist in a good way. I think that means it should be said along with giving a memorial... Continue Reading →
Ok, so it's no secret that amanda lovelace is one of favorite poets. I may have mentioned it a few times when I was reviewing any of her previous collections. I have one to catch up on, which is likely my next read for National Poetry Month. I am getting some other books in too,... Continue Reading →
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 →