tugging at the root
I just devoured Brute, a poetry collection by Emily Skaja, 2018 Walt Whitman award winner, chosen by Joy Harjo for its “elegiac howl to the end of a relationship.” Truly, lines like paper cuts.
In my history, I was bones eating paper
or I was paper eating bones. Semantics.
First line. First poem. ** Highly recommend. **
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These grow like a miracle, hardy transplants from lost gardens.
“The place where you are is here, and you must treat it like a powerful stranger. ”
My daughter left an old, nondescript desk in her room. In making the room over as a spare bedroom/photography studio, I decided to transform her desk into a “poetry desk.”
Many thanks to Rachel Scray for helping me turn it into a realty.
