Some of these poems leave the reader haunted. The narrator keeps "a picture of the forest burning in my locket" ("Artifacts"). Or haunted and almost tongue tied: "Sometime's peoples fathers shoot rabbits and eat them when they are hungry and sometimes a child that is a child as she is a child is hungry but cannot eat and instead will cry, will dribble tears for days and weeks until their bones show."
My favorite line, prejudice be darned: "Baseball diamonds rocked themselves to sleep at night." ("Indian Summer"). I enjoyed the feelings of nostalgia, that childhood imagination, that is so necessary and those friendships, those best friendships that get us through our childhood. It may sound cheezy, but I want my imaginary daughter to grow up like the girls in this collection of poems. I want her to have best friends (and lose them, because everyone needs to experience a best friend moving away) and have a wild imagination. I want her to have weird obsessions (90210, gull) but also love Emily Dickinson. (There is a photo of Emily Dickinson that looks hauntingly like me when I was about 10.)
On Deck: The Poetry Chains of Dominic Luxford
In the Hole: The Museum of Clear Ideas by Donald Hall
Random Thoughts:
~Breaking Bad is possibly the best drama on television.
~Berries plants growing in my neighbor's backyard (I may steal them, but I don't if they'll be tart or poisonous)
~My strawberries aren't growing.
~American Water by the Silver Jews is a great listen
Beer; Mix and Mix 6 packs at Mariano's:
Summer Reading:
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