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breaking im quivering im inspired im blown the fuck away, truly masterful poetic art. this book holds depth and intelligence and precision and AH its so gorgeous, effulgent, sly, full of tooth, everyone must read this. I was going to saythis book has both Aimee Nezhukumatathils wide, absorbant, earthward eyes as well as Emily Skajas dirtandbloodcovered hands, and then of course one of the poems is addressed as after Nezhukumatathil.


The spikes concealed in hairbrushes, The respun fables. Its good. This book had such imaginative imagery and metaphors, There was so much pain laced in Adair's beautiful words, yet she showed a tremendous appreciation for beauty nature.
She found beauty in bear attacks, It was so amazing the gentleness she used to look at harsh subjects, The first poem in this collection is an absolute stunner, Dark, twisty, and weird in the way that the best poems are always weirdlike there's only one person in the whole universe who would ever think this way.
how is this collection even real what darkness or remote clarity or profound sense of being strung all this together it asks questions and answers them at oncelisten.
“ this could be

a party, come to think of it, bodies

  in red taffeta you can hear swish

and jostle, so dont need to see

  the slow scrape of a tango heel

along weathered woodor his face

  recognizing yours, after all

these years, moving wordlessly

  upstairs, two ghosts ready to finish

what was never, in daylight, begun.
” I really liked this collection, It is full of smart, carefully wrought poems that deal with the complexities of motherhood/unmotherhood, of being a woman, of being alive.
Dark, earthy and lyrical. I thought this was a delightful poetry collection, I especially enjoyed the poems that touched on rurality and Colorado, "What if this time instead of crumbs the girl drops / teeth, her own, what else does she have, . . " is one hell of a way to start a collection, Lots of rich language throughout: "woozy bags of organs" and "the queer plunger of live birth, "

"Honey" sitelink usi. edu/sir/archivedissu is, I think, my favorite poemthough probably because a new lover had me read it to him on our third date.
It was early evening, we were high, giddy, and the turn away from sheep gut and bee vomit nearly knocked me off my chair.
Brilliant, lovely, scathing, and thoughtful, In particular, Adair's skill with line breaks is impressive, A collection of poems about danger, darkness, and the things that lurk, It's a collection of poems about girls, women, and hope,

from Letter to My Niece, in Silverton, Colorado: "Someday you will watch your mother lean on the rim of the sink / to wash dishes in a way she never has before and you will wonder / if she was ever young.
I'm here to tell you that cars are so much / quieter than they used to be, at a stop sign you never know whose / turn it is.
It wasn't always like that, "

from Fine Arts: "Our daugther's brow resists this argument / for the hidden spectrum in whitewe've taught her / cat from bird, engine from wheel.
But here the petals open / to disclose their secret green, their yellow / blue pink gray, "/

This debut, published only on Juneof this year, contains the masterpiece poem “Flight Theory” which is an astonishing gem of form, voice, and imagery.
I am thoroughly overwhelmed by this poem, and liked many others in the book as well, But, seriously. This poem.

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The full text of Flight Theory is here, but AROHO didnt keep the spacing intact, so part of the form is lost:

sitelink org/fl I never seem to enjoy books of poetry as much as other books, so Im not sure if Im a great judge of the poems.
Some of them seemed odd in a

way that put me off a bit, Others were interesting. An easy read. Winner of theMax Ritvo Poetry Prize, The Clearing is "a lush, lyrical book about a world where women are meant to carry things to safety and men leave decisively.
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Luminous and electric from the first line to the last, Allison Adair's debut collection navigates the evershifting poles of violence and vulnerability with a singular incisiveness and a rich imagination.
The women in these poems live in places that have been excavated for gold and precious ores, and they understand the nature of being hollowed out.
From the midst of the Civil War to our current era, Adair charts fairy tales that are painfully familiar, never forgetting that cruelty compels us to search for tenderness.
Here we wonder, "What if this time instead of crumbs the girl drops / teeth, her own, what else does she have"

The Clearing knows the dirt beneath our nails, both alone and as a country, and pries it gently loose until we remember something of who we are, "from before.
. . from a similar injury or kiss, " There is a dark beauty in this work, and Adair is a skilled stenographer of the silences around which we orbit.
Described by Henri Cole as "haunting and dirt caked," her unromantic poems of girlhood, nature, and family linger with an uncommon, unsettling resonance.
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