The Green of Sunset on Thursday
“I mourn for things before they’ve gone.”
— John Brantingham Believing in fate is a foundational part of my life, so when I was perusing my list of books to indulge in next, something called me to John Brantingham’s The Green of Sunset. For starters, I think it was the title. I hear sunsets get called everything but green, and this had me seeking out the elements of a sunset often unseen, like reading between the rays of a departing sun, and that’s something I needed this wee
Thursday with The Moon, My Lover, My Mother & The Dog
“It’s beginning to happen to poets
I’ve known for years. We grow old
and we start shrinking, malignant…” If a picture is worth a thousand words, what would an entire photo album be worth? The answer is Daniel McGinn’s book, The Moon, My Lover, My Mother & The Dog. This collection is a literal manifestation of throwback, the way it takes the reader down the most vivid memory lane possible.
Every turn of the page is a sentimental snapshot into such an intimate story—all dif
David McIntire's EVERYTHING I WRITE IS A LOVE SONG TO THE WORLD Now Available from Moon Tide Pre
Moon Tide Press is pleased to announce the release of David McIntire's Everything I Write Is a Love Song to the World. Don't be fooled by the cover! This is not a book of angry poems, rather a book that walks a path of love with the reader and guides its reader through all its twists and turns. Everything I Write Is a Love Song to the World is composed mostly of attempts to understand the healing properties and redemptive potential of new love. It is an exploration of these p
Pop Art on Thursday
“eyes closed as they bend clay
knees, floppy porcelain hats tip
toward their cerulean base etched
with thick letters reading Holland.”
— Jessica Patapoff Can I just point out that when I got to Jessica’s poem, Souvenir, I accidentally said out loud (to everybody at the car wash), “I have those figurines too!” This could be the perfect summary to this week’s #tbt because there lingered such a deep sense of familiarity in this book that I ended up having a vivid reaction to
Thursday with Junkie Wife
“…he wants me rigid—
a depository—
like I’m there but not there.”
— Alexis Rhone Fancher
To call this book addicting could almost be cliché, but addicting is precisely what it is. From the first poem, readers are so vividly compelled to keep going, and what makes this book unique is its composition as one whole story, unfolding so eloquently with each poem.
This book sat atop my ever growing stack of poetry collections I hope to get to this year. Its cleverness begins w
