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Saris and a Single Malt by Sweta Srivastava Vikram

August 9, 2016 by Darlene

Saris and a Single Malt by is the latest poetry collection from Sweta Srivastava Vikram. It is a very personal collection in which she shares her pain and grief at the sudden loss of her mother. It is so eloquently written and the raw pain and emotion flows with every word written.

I have read other collections written by Sweta. And while I don’t read poetry on a regular basis I know what I like and Sweta has become my favorite poet since I was introduced to her writing a few years ago. This latest collection of hers has touched me on such a deeply personal level. The death of a loved one is such a painful experience and the author uses her words to attempt to try and heal her broken heart soul. One can’t read her words without feeling her grief and struggle to move forward and say goodbye.

Saris and a Single Malt is a beautiful and touching collection. One that allows the reader to feel the true soul of the poet and her precious relationship with her mother. Simply exquisite.

To end I’d like to share one particular piece that really tore at my heart…

Does Grief Wear a Color?

Hindu tradition tells me
to wear white to show loss.

But, will wearing white
bring back my mother?

No one answers.

A part of me died with
you, Mumma.

A part of me ceased to
exist.

I can’t wear white,
my bleeding heart will
ruin it.

(taken from the digital edition of Saris and a Single Malt by Sweta Srivastava Vikram)

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The Couple Who Fell to Earth by Michelle Bitting

June 20, 2016 by Darlene

couple-who-fell-to-earthToday I’m spotlighting a poetry collection entitled The Couple Who Fell to Earth by Michelle Bitting. Her collection is receiving attention from the Poet Laureate of the United States and others. Her work was also chosen to be featured by Kirkus as one of their top 35 starred reviewed works (that’s out of hundreds) in a literary publication/forum they are set to launch so that gives you an idea of how great this collection is. Here’s a bit about it:

These meditations, cosmic-toned, yet utterly visceral, demonstrate Michelle Bitting’s continuing growth and power as a poet of love, loss, the daily and deeply human experience, together with a maturing eye to understanding greater mythological tropes. Woven throughout her contemplation of the terrible beauty and struggle of family dynamics, corporeal desire, the injustices and revelations of life in the 21st century, thrums a vital connectivity to the mystic and mythological strains of the past, newfangled to the present in a way that ultimately sheds light on what it is to be alive and conscious of who we’re called to be.

To read Michelle’s poetry is to take a wild, passionate ride through the rubble of the quotidian, to be shocked by sensual discovery and awakened to a relentless curiosity for both the surreal and historical. These poems travel–an expansion in service of communion with the world, confrontation and acceptance of self.

And now I’ll share a few of Michelle’s poems from The Coulke Who Fell to Earth…

Elegy for a Body

There was a time I’d spend an afternoon
digging the bitter green sliver from a fair garlic thumb,
seed mountains of weepy Heirlooms, thread hunks
of yellow dough through a roller’s metal teeth,
the long Rapunzel locks strung from one end
of our tiny kitchen to the other, then snipped off quick
into boiling fumes. Meanwhile, my baby suckled,
siphoning fuel, sheen of buttered stars poking through
my shirt’s thin firmament; child I’d soon nurse to bed
only to get up three times in the night
and knowing that, I still had the juice to be cheerful,
to lift high the steaming nest of noodles,
to center that tangled gold on my husband’s everyday plate
and everything about the moment slow motion focus
on his face: grateful; love rising through the numbness,
melting the day’s cold. He’d look up at me, at his food
and lean closer into that delicious heat,
his mouth a flower flamed open by the sun.

The Goods

It’s the corporeal feelings
I crave the most: aridity, lust,
their aches’ redaction, love-weariness,
kiss-quest, falling in bed again
when loneliness breaks a sweat
and we mount a horse
called faith borne
on this wheel of March,
charge and stamping
heat of the noble
night that will carry us,
tongue and thigh
entwined and shuddering
against our own coming history.

Here she reads “Lupercalia” from the collection, which was published by C&R Press in March 2016:

 

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Where the Butterflies Go by Heather Grace Stewart

April 18, 2016 by Darlene


April is National Poetry Month and as she does every year Serena from Savvy Verse & Wit is hosting a month full of all things poetic. Be sure to pop over and follow along with all the wonderful blogs.  This year I chose to indulge in the work of Canadian poet and fiction author Heather Grace Stewart. This is my first foray into her work but it most definitely won’t be my last.

Where the Butterflies Go is a beautiful collection. It is divided into three sections: Pain, Growth, and Family. Pain and Growth are the sections that particularly resonated with me as I read through the collection partially because of when I happened to read it. I had a very good friend pass away in April many years ago now but I find every April finds me feeling that sad, empty feeling at her loss still. So many of Heather’s poems in these sections touched me and made me feel the absence of my friend in my life. Now that’s not to say they depressed me; they only made me think of times gone by and isn’t that what poetry should do… touch your soul in some way? These poems did that for me. I’d love to share one in particular that comes from the Growth section…

The Simple Things

I wake to
a white, sun-drenched room;
clean crisp sheets;
apricot scented skin and
a ripe mango on the
blue cotton table cloth

Outdoors, on the zebra-checkered patio,
the sun sleeps,
petunias try to touch the sky;
and the wind whispers
through a baby palm tree:
constant kisses on my feet.

The sky is celestial blue today;
the air, sweet and softly reminiscent
of rose petals and coffee grounds
that mingle
like the people
in the cafes and gardens nearby.

These simple things
are pure contentment;
These simple things
are summer’s treasures—
and they remind me of you:

Blessings
not to be taken
for granted.

(Taken from Where the Butterflies Go by Heather Grace Stewart)

This piece really touches me. It makes me stop and appreciate all the simple, day-to-day blessings in my life, both for and because my friend Chris can’t anymore.

Where the Butterflies Go is a collection to enjoy even if poetry isn’t totally your thing. It’s easy to read and speaks fully to our daily lives in both sadness and joy as well as to the tragedies occurring in our world today. A wonderful collection and highly recommended!

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Source: Personal eBook copy. The Simple Things reprinted with permission from the author Heather Grace Stewart.

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Wet Silence by Sweta Srivastava Vikram

September 4, 2015 by Darlene

wetPowerful.  That is the word I would use to describe Wet Silence, the newest poetry collection from Sweta Srivastava Vikram.  I devoured this collection in one sitting and went back to reread several pieces and I know I will read them yet again in the future.  This collection relates the hardships of Hindu widows in India.  We don’t know the women the stories speak of but we know that their stories are shared by many other widows in India.  It is a very moving and emotional collection … very raw in the telling and one that will haunt your thoughts for days to come.

In my years of reading I have read many novels that  portrayed the lives of women in India and that was, in fact, my interest in this collection.  This collection addresses the many restrictions placed on Hindu women after the passing of their husbands.  What they wear and eat is controlled.  They are unable to love again and remarry.  Basically they are expected to mourn their husbands for the rest of their lives whether they had been treated well or not.  As a woman it saddens me to think of vibrant women, some in the peak of their lives, having to live a life like this –  being dictated to and no longer being able to enjoy the pleasures life has to offer.  Wet Silence perfectly captures the grief, sadness, and anger that these women feel and through Sweta’s voice, I too felt their sorrow.

Wet Silence is an amazing collection.  It hits you hard – in the gut with it’s raw reality.  When I read poetry I look for how it affects me emotionally and Sweta’s is one of the most powerful I’ve read in terms of evoking so many feelings in me.  It is exceptional.

Please take the time to enjoy this video of Sweta and a reading of her poetry.  I’ve never listened to an author read their own poetry and it really adds a whole other dimension to the words spoken.

 

And finally I’d love to share a piece of Sweta’s poetry with you…one of my favorites.  It was the very first one I read.

My husband is leaving

Widowhood is trapping me unwillingly.

I can hear a white cotton sari weaving at the shop,
demonic voices sharp as the mustard paste in fish curry
speaking in whispers around the hospital corridor,
accusing me of standing and watching
his rotting flesh and dull eyes,
not brooding like soot on windows.

My husband is leaving.

It’s his touch gentle as velvet,
his angelic tone that I’m seeking.
Bidding farewell to our dream,
my curse: I keep on living.

(“My husband is leaving,” a poem, originally appeared in Sweta Srivastava Vikram’s poetry book: Wet Silence(Modern History Press: July 1, 2015. ISBN-13: 978-1615992560))

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Highly recommended!

 

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The Antigone Poems by Marie Slaight & Giveaway (International)

May 13, 2015 by Darlene

antigoneI’m not sure I’ve ever fallen in love with a poetry collection but I have with this one. The Antigone Poems by Marie Slaight are hauntingly dark and beautiful and the charcoal drawings by Terrence Tasker are exquisite. I keep going back and rereading pieces from the book and I can honestly say this is a collection that I will continue to revisit.

First a little background. The collection is inspired by the story of Antigone which draws on the Greek tragedy written by Sophocles. I wasn’t familiar with this play so I looked up the story of Antigone. The short of it is Antigone is imprisoned after defying a law set by her uncle in regards to her wanting to give her dead brother a proper burial. She’s enclosed in a cave where she ultimately kills herself. The poems reflect both on her and other women’s anger, despair, and rebellion in the past and through the ages. A person could easily enjoy this collection without being familiar with the play but I think a little knowledge enriches the beauty of these poems.

A word about the book itself… It’s gorgeous. It is a small volume, paperback, with the most beautiful creamy white paper inside. The cover is amazing with its dark feel and it literally invites you to open it and indulge in this wonderful collection over and over again.

These poems aren’t long or drawn out and I loved that about them. They are short, precise, and very powerful. Here’s a favorite…

 

This voice
Is afraid to speak.

Afraid
Of the brutal metal
Of its words.

Words that scrape.
Words that scar.
Words that have no peace.

If I utter this voice
This great
Aching scream

It’s horror will echo forever.

 

This piece speaks for itself. Highly recommended!

 

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Reconnaissance by Anne Higgins

May 11, 2015 by Darlene

reonReconnaissance is a collection of poems by Anne Higgins and a very lovely one indeed!  Her poems are about seeing the world around us and this collection evokes vivid images of the beauty and the harshness around us every day.  She writes of birds and gardens and then on the other end of the spectrum illness and death.  Her poems take us on a journey through memories of her childhood and later years and we find we are taken away on the beauty of her words.

Anne’s poetry is really about life and all the things in it.  I think that’s what really connects the reader to her poetry.  There are poems about traffic, the blind spot when you’re driving, and another where she dreams she is Agatha Christie.  Still others deal with aging, illness, and family.  These are all poems many of us can relate to and for me that’s what is most important when I read poetry.  I was able to understand what the poems were trying to relate to me and in that I was able to just relax and enjoy them all the more.

I found the title of the collection interesting and the author explains that, to her,  the word Reconnaissance means ‘to know again’.  So she says the poems are about knowing things again, of seeing them with new eyes.  I always find it fascinating to learn where a poet finds their inspiration and I think that Anne’s perfectly encompasses the scope of this wonderful collection. While I enjoyed many of the poems there were a few that really struck a chord with me and I thought it might be nice to share at least one of them…

 

PERDITA

If I had a daughter, I would name her Perdita.
Of course, the time when I could have a daughter is long
gone.
But that name, the lost one, calls to me tonight.
Like Anita, and Rita, and Jacquita, Lolita, Florita, it is Latin and
lovely
but it’s lost, too.
So my lost eggs, long ago shriveled up,
and lost nest, more recently, fried by radiation.
Perdita, your name wouldn’t go well with my last name,
or the names of any of the men I would have married,
but you are the lost one,
the invisible one,
the one I never would have had the patience
to toilet train, to least train like a puppy,
to train like a stubborn adolescent.
Never meant to be be a mother,
today, more than old enough to be a grandmother,
I think of long lost tempests,
and you.

 

Beautiful, just beautiful… Recommended for all those with a love of poetry.

 

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