Book Review: Waking up to Thrutopia by Conny Borgelioen

I am delighted to share a book review of Waking up to Thrutopia by Conny Borgelioen, a beautiful poetry and essay collection that, divided into three connected parts, chronicles the author’s struggle with a chronic illness.

This book serves as a means to work through the difficult times in search of some place that is better, and is not afraid to explore feelings related to mistakes, loneliness, and pain as it places dark moments within the context of their place in the world and invites the reader to become part of the poetic landscape raised in the writing.

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Pink Hydrangea

Coffee brews thick and foamy today with hints of equinox in the cream. It is a morning to sit and mourn with summer dew as sun sweeps the grass dry and the hydrangea flowers reach for September . . .

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Book Review: Whistler of Petty Crimes by Eileen Ike West

I recently had the pleasure of reading Eileen Ike West’s debut poetry collection, Whistler of Petty Crimes, and am delighted to share a book review of this transportive poetic narrative.

The poems in this book are not short as each one imparts a story that plays into the narrative of the author’s life from childhood to adulthood. The poetic landscapes are rich with emotion and imagery and the writing alive with a sense of lives lived.

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Henna Summer

Poised on the lips of the world, midnight dances, her smoky darkness filling the cracks left by moisture and scratches. Where she loves and bleeds, so bloom the roses.

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Book Review: In the Shadow of Rainbows by Selma Martin

In anticipation of Selma Martin’s debut poetry collection, In the Shadow of Rainbows, I am delighted to share an advanced review of this beautiful and moving poetry collection.

Each word reaches down into the reader and lays the foundation for something greater, something deeply personal, something that begins to heal. And as much as this book takes us into the shadows, it also takes us out into the light again and reminds us to step out into the sunshine again.

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Little Mermaid

I did not ask you to pull me from the water. You wrested me to coastline where sand cut my flesh and the sunrise made my blood scream . . .

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Eye of Demeter

Last night the moon rose electric in the sky. Fingernail sliver of warm yellow streetlight almost swallowed by midnight earth . . .

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Sleeping Beauty

It chimed at midnight and so awoke me from a slumber permeated with dreams that spread like an ink blot on paper. I watched then the moon creep across the floor until it alighted on silken bedspread . . .

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