A fine collection of poetry that strikingly engages readers with complexity.
This volume of poetry offers accomplished attention to form, originality of language, and a look at the challenges of midlife.
Many of the poems in Steinorth’s (Forking the Swift, 2010) collection first appeared in literary journals, and the book was a finalist for several prizes. The second poem, “W a k e : A Sleep in Forty-Something Winks,” is, a note explains, patterned after Caroline Bergvall’s poem “VIA (48 Dante Variations) mix w fractals,” which is based on English translations of the opening lines of Dante’s Inferno. Like Dante’s narrator, the speaker in Steinorth’s poem is at a midpoint in a dark place, her sense of direction confused: “Midway through our night’s sleep / I woke to find the dream lost.” The several definitions of wake (a vigil for the dead; to rouse from sleep; the track left on water) connote alertness and the clarity of seeing your path, but the speaker paradoxically loses that lucidity with full consciousness. (The boat’s wake image recurs in “Wake & Island”: “The surface just before us always / smooth…and when we / mar it it repairs itself.”) A productive confusion of boundaries is also suggested by the subtitle of “W a k e”: A nap is a daytime sleep, and winking is partway between open and shut eyelids. Many poems touch on the domestic: paying bills, shoveling snow, scrubbing a pot—but something else always breaks through. The collection is haunted by the suicide of the speaker’s father-in-law and her difficulty dealing with it: “I am brave when I say he shot himself / braver / not so brave as him / —scratch that—.” As in many other pieces, this one uses form to great effect, the short centered lines forming a column like the fall of water in the shower where the suicide took place, ending with “the uncomfortable / circumferences / of drain.” The gurgling repetition almost magically evokes its subject; the final word, “drain,” is as stark as the facts. But sly wit also inhabits the volume, as with the sequence of “billets-doux” between the speaker, “a midlife poet flirting with crisis,” and Robert Frost.
A fine collection of poetry that strikingly engages readers with complexity.Pub Date: Sept. 2, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-68003-191-1
Page Count: 98
Publisher: Texas Review Press
Review Posted Online: Nov. 19, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2020
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
An emotional, captivating Christian story in verse.
Heidish (A Misplaced Woman, 2016, etc.) presents an account of St. Francis of Assisi’s life, as told from his father’s perspective in poetic form.
St. Francis is known as a saint who believed in living the Gospel, gave sermons to birds, and tamed a wolf. Over the course of 84 poems, Heidish tells her own fictionalized version of the saint’s journey. In his youth, Francesco is an apprentice of his father, Pietro Bernardone, a fabric importer. The boy is a sensitive dreamer and nature lover who sees “natural holiness in every living thing.” As an adult, Francesco decides to pursue knighthood, but God warns him to “Go back, child / Serve the master.” He joins the Church of San Damiano, steals his father’s storeroom stock, and sells it to rebuild the church. His furious father chains him in the cellar, and the bishop orders Francesco to repay the debt. Afterward, father and son stop speaking to each other; Francesco becomes a healer of the sick and a proficient preacher. After failing to broker a peace agreement during wartime, Francesco falls into depression and resigns his church position. He retreats to the mountains and eventually dies; it’s only then that Pietro becomes a true follower of St. Francis: “You are the father now and I the son / learning still what it means to be a saint,” he says. Heidish’s decision to tell this story from Pietro’s perspective is what makes this oft-told legend seem fresh again. She uses superb similes and metaphors; for example, at different points, she writes that St. Francis had eyes like “lit wicks” and a spirit that “shone like a clean copper pot.” In another instance, she describes the Church of San Damiano as a place in which “walls crumbled / like stale dry bread.” Following the poems, the author also offers a thorough and engaging historical summary of the real life of St. Francis, which only adds further context and depth to the tale.
An emotional, captivating Christian story in verse.Pub Date: Feb. 23, 2018
ISBN: 978-0-9905262-1-6
Page Count: 146
Publisher: Dolan & Associates
Review Posted Online: April 19, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 2018
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
A poignant collection by a talented poet still in search of one defining voice.
A debut volume of poetry explores love and war.
Divided into four sections, Osaki’s book covers vast emotional territories. Section 1, entitled “Walking Back the Cat,” is a reflection on youthful relationships both familial and romantic. “Dying Arts,” the second part, is an examination of war and its brutal consequences. But sections three and four, named “Tradecraft” and “Best Evidence” respectively, do not appear to group poems by theme. The collection opens with “My Father Holding Squash,” one of Osaki’s strongest poems. It introduces the poet’s preoccupation with ephemera—particularly old photographs and letters. Here he describes a photo that is “several years old” of his father in his garden. Osaki muses that an invisible caption reads: “Look at this, you poetry-writing / jackass. Not everything I raise is useless!” The squash is described as “bearable fruit,” wryly hinting that the poet son is considered somewhat less bearable in his father’s eyes. Again, in the poem “Photograph,” Osaki is at his best, sensuously describing a shot of a young woman and the fleeting nature of that moment spent with her: “I know only that I was with her / in a room years ago, and that the sun filtering / into that room faded instantly upon striking the floor.” Wistful nostalgia gives way to violence in “Dying Arts.” Poems such as “Preserve” present a battleground dystopia: “Upturned graves and craters / to swim in when it rains. / Small children shake skulls / like rattles, while older ones carve rifles / out of bone.” Meanwhile, “Silver Star” considers the act of escorting the coffin of a dead soldier home, and “Gun Song” ruminates on owning a weapon to protect against home invasion. The language is more jagged here but powerfully unsettling nonetheless. The collection boasts a range of promising poetic voices, but they do not speak to one another, a common pitfall found in debuts. “Walking Back the Cat” is outstanding in its refined attention to detail; the sections following it read as though they have been produced by two or more other poets. Nevertheless, this is thoughtful, timely writing that demands further attention.
A poignant collection by a talented poet still in search of one defining voice.Pub Date: Jan. 31, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-984198-32-7
Page Count: 66
Publisher: CreateSpace
Review Posted Online: June 26, 2018
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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