Here is a small selection from (far too) many poetry books I’ve purchased over the past twelve months or so. I might even get myself sorted enough to write about them on here soonish.
I Was the Jukebox – Sandra Beasley; Exactly my own Length – Olivia McCannon; Tracy K. Smith – Life on Mars; Never, Never, Never Come Back – Kirsten Irving; Australian Love Poems 2013 – Edited by Mark Tredinnick; Even in the Dark – Rose Lucas; Some Ether – Nick Flynn; Black Aperture – Matt Rasmussen; Stag’s Leap – Sharon Olds; Theories of Falling – Sandra Beasley; and Firekeeper – Pattiann Rogers.
You might have noticed one name coming up twice. There’s a very good reason for that. Here’s an example of Sandra Beasley’s exquisite poetry from her second collection Theories of Falling.
enrolled in May 1993 has the same
solar eclipse scorched into her retina:
under the basketball hoop, hand out
pinhole viewers cut from cereal boxes
Now. Look now. Now stop.
And of course my whole science classkeeps staring,
anoles lose one tail and grow another,
who have learned to diagram & spell
through cardboard emblazoned
with the Froot Loops toucan.
hovering in front of a bare light bulb.
That must be the hand of God,
inside now. Could the punch
be coming straight at us?