Sara Moore Wagner has three poems at ~ isacoustic* ~
walking
a blank
stretch
to rival / the disappearing /
wilderness
of starvation
/ the bride
of reflection
with her dog
made of sticks
reflections, reviews, at {isacoustic*}:
on poet Eleanor Gray’s ~ marshland moon ~
Eleanor Gray is a poet who plucks fruit from the idea of an outside world that she might be fed by imagery alone in the aftermath of not beginning.
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on poet Darren C. Demaree’s ~ Two Towns Over ~
To hold this book, with its odes to the corners of drug houses, its sweet wolves, and its towns skipped over by sameness, is to return the clay its handmade hope.
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on poet Meghan McClure’s ~ Portrait of a Body in Wreckages ~
McClure…fearlessly rejects the foreign scholarship of all things body and asks the reader to love more than once any form seeking to be made whole at the altars of explanation, inquiry, and wakefulness. It is an undertaking imbued with vulnerability, and McClure is able to make a beggar of scar and a chooser of skin.
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on poet Ruth Awad’s ~ Set to Music a Wildfire ~
Awad is no bystander, but as a poet who can achieve the trinity of being there for her subject, for herself, and for her reader, she joins rather than invades.
crucifix / at rest / in the rabbit’s
dark
/ boy
who scratches
breath
for Darren C Demaree
paint for me / in lost / white
an Ohio / so divorced
from its visionary
plainness / that one
can brush
an erased / hand / at the mere
thought / of spider’s / hair
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it was easier / in the whale / god elsewhere
god perfecting / the alien’s
coffin
–
fish and bird
loose
in the same
mirror
–
moths / of a softer / ma
guessing
the animal
at the end
of the chain
that’s eaten
the matchmaker’s
rib
but what
do we know
of weather
and its persons
gone to salt
(the spiritual
nudes
of a mother’s
bomb squad)
ghost of no
/ a longer
you
