Holly Lyn Walrath
Autor/a de Glimmerglass Girl
Obres de Holly Lyn Walrath
Interstellar Flight Magazine Best of Year One (Interstellar Flight Magazine Anthology) (2020) 2 exemplars
After the First Comes the Last [short story] 1 exemplars
Approaching Footsteps 1 exemplars
Interstellar Flight Magazine Best of Year Two (Interstellar Flight Magazine Anthology) (2021) 1 exemplars
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Fireside Magazine Issue 52, February 2018 — Col·laborador — 12 exemplars
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- Obres
- 10
- També de
- 5
- Membres
- 46
- Popularitat
- #335,831
- Valoració
- 3.7
- Ressenyes
- 6
- ISBN
- 8
This thin chapbook of poems seems at once light and dark, brilliant yet incomprehensible. I read through each offering twice and came away no wiser, despite preparing myself to find meaning in the words. A poem that begins “I am night and a thousand stars hurtle through/my skin, punching through the ether” sets the reader up for a powerful experience. It’s over a few short paragraphs later, a story not tied up neatly, only words and a mental picture that creates an unsatisfactory feeling. Not unsatisfactory in a bad way – just a longing for something more to grasp, a clearer picture of sorts.
The author does have a way with words, stringing them together like a delicate necklace that has its own beauty, yet doesn’t match with anything in the closet. That is not to say it is a wasted purchase -understand that these poems may not meet with your expectations. They are an acquired taste, revealing more each time they are read. Two particular poems became my favorites: I Swallowed the Moon and Blue Cadillac. I feel that Cadillac is the most mainstream work, easily understood, with fondness for the title character (?) shining through easily. I too, remember the classic cars with wistful nostalgia, as the poem notes:
And somehow in this memory of you/your massive lines like some primordial behemoth/long since dead and buried/in ice, the very blueness of you, I may have/remembered myself, another classic beauty.
It was so easy to conjure up big fins in the Texas heat as I absorbed this poem. Images formed freely in my head, unlike some of the author’s other writings in this book. Sometimes the final lines give off a hint of sarcasm, of impropriety or dismissal; other times the end is so far away from the beginning you don’t know what to think. There is a strong undercurrent of feminism and heartbreak in the words, and at times I wondered what experiences the author had, to describe in such a way.
All and all, not the worst way to spend time reading. Poetry is more resonant with people; either you love it or hate it. This little book was pleasant to read, despite the fact that I came away from most of it confused. Read it and let me know what you think.… (més)