Your poetry is poignant but also evasive/elusive. It’s a great combination because it draws you in and then pushes you to the ground when you try to get too close. Reading this, I was reminded of the dicey situations I got myself in as a teen...often a consequence of a lack of supervision or concern...and something about that seems central to the other person in the poem. There’s a definite sense of being abandoned to oneself and then being expected to make a life from the found bits one digs up along a road like that. There’s a starkness and loneliness to the poem, especially with the title, that makes it feel like I’ve inhabited someone else’s skin for a moment.
Anytime a poem can evoke a sense of things so clearly it’s touched on something in a meaningful way. As you have.
What is poetry but a means of reaching something conversation can never. A painting may come close, but the spiritual nature of language comes closer.
This is like word-painting given a shot of emotional content that can make a secure person wonder what the f**k happened to the world. At least that’s how it made me feel. Like I was 15, run away from home and trying to convince the girl who’s taken me in not to send me to work at the strip club. I don’t know. That’s a weird image, but that’s where my mind went for a minute. Excellent poetry.
Well I will be more short. I am not expert on reviews. But your writing remains me some my experience from my youth. That bitter taste in between your teeth when you have to swallow another poison of real life. It's sound more then familiar . Great poetry doesn't need noble words.
This is elusive and makes me wonder, some major trauma has occurred to you. But it's open to so many questions and why did this happen? Did you see your mother get abuse or you also? Mentally, physically, even sexual, Really sad to hear this no matter what has happened and gone on in your life or in your families. Expressing yourself does help the healing process. Thanks for taking the courage to open up and share with us all. that means a lot.
Your poetry is poignant but also evasive/elusive. It’s a great combination because it draws you in and then pushes you to the ground when you try to get too close. Reading this, I was reminded of the dicey situations I got myself in as a teen...often a consequence of a lack of supervision or concern...and something about that seems central to the other person in the poem. There’s a definite sense of being abandoned to oneself and then being expected to make a life from the found bits one digs up along a road like that. There’s a starkness and loneliness to the poem, especially with the title, that makes it feel like I’ve inhabited someone else’s skin for a moment.
Anytime a poem can evoke a sense of things so clearly it’s touched on something in a meaningful way. As you have.
What is poetry but a means of reaching something conversation can never. A painting may come close, but the spiritual nature of language comes closer.
This is like word-painting given a shot of emotional content that can make a secure person wonder what the f**k happened to the world. At least that’s how it made me feel. Like I was 15, run away from home and trying to convince the girl who’s taken me in not to send me to work at the strip club. I don’t know. That’s a weird image, but that’s where my mind went for a minute. Excellent poetry.