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TIN CUP

Tight, competent poetry that precisely presents senses of place and self.

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Deason’s brevity and staccato lineation make her debut book of poems a very attractive read. 

The poet’s words function like anchors—carefully chosen and weighty. A piece of sky, a public glance, or a wafting breeze can inflect an entire scene. The book falls into two halves—the first part focused on childhood, and the second concerned with adult passions. Several poems celebrate rural New Mexico.  A wise, gruff Great Aunt Mona appears a few times as a reminder of how even the harder aspects of life—the smell of manure on the crops, the slop bucket “alive / at the cellar door”—can make permanent claim on one’s identity. The subject matter travels with the poet on her life’s journey. An early poem about riding the subway shows the dislocation caused by being out of one’s rightful place: “Across the aisle, a man thunders / backwards. I face my future / looking out at the dingy-rag sky / grieving in all directions.” Mourning together, the sky and the speaker burst beyond limitations. A few final poems include grandchildren and the usual delights of their company: wet, exuberant kisses and locomotive energy. Many lines break with a quiet cracking, as the syntax is arranged so carefully. What will pull listeners in closest, however, are the re-created moments that open out into expansive, nearly overwhelming feeling, in which poetic restraint achieves real intensity. A flashback to May Day 1954, for example, shows readers the special purity of girlhood. After hanging a May basket, the second-grade self waits for it to be found: “I feel the warmth, the blush / in the cherry blossom, the ripe / fruit coming, the flutter / in the red tulip / of loving her / like that.” This same voice knows that time passing is part of the poet’s burden; at the end of “Easter,” three lines convey the rapture of irrevocable loss: “Each moment / is so incredibly / gone.”

Tight, competent poetry that precisely presents senses of place and self.

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Review Posted Online: July 29, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 2015

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MY SON, SAINT FRANCIS

A STORY IN POETRY

An emotional, captivating Christian story in verse.

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Heidish (A Misplaced Woman, 2016, etc.) presents an account of St. Francis of Assisi’s life, as told from his father’s perspective in poetic form.

St. Francis is known as a saint who believed in living the Gospel, gave sermons to birds, and tamed a wolf. Over the course of 84 poems, Heidish tells her own fictionalized version of the saint’s journey. In his youth, Francesco is an apprentice of his father, Pietro Bernardone, a fabric importer. The boy is a sensitive dreamer and nature lover who sees “natural holiness in every living thing.” As an adult, Francesco decides to pursue knighthood, but God warns him to “Go back, child / Serve the master.” He joins the Church of San Damiano, steals his father’s storeroom stock, and sells it to rebuild the church. His furious father chains him in the cellar, and the bishop orders Francesco to repay the debt. Afterward, father and son stop speaking to each other; Francesco becomes a healer of the sick and a proficient preacher. After failing to broker a peace agreement during wartime, Francesco falls into depression and resigns his church position. He retreats to the mountains and eventually dies; it’s only then that Pietro becomes a true follower of St. Francis: “You are the father now and I the son / learning still what it means to be a saint,” he says. Heidish’s decision to tell this story from Pietro’s perspective is what makes this oft-told legend seem fresh again. She uses superb similes and metaphors; for example, at different points, she writes that St. Francis had eyes like “lit wicks” and a spirit that “shone like a clean copper pot.” In another instance, she describes the Church of San Damiano as a place in which “walls crumbled / like stale dry bread.” Following the poems, the author also offers a thorough and engaging historical summary of the real life of St. Francis, which only adds further context and depth to the tale.

An emotional, captivating Christian story in verse.

Pub Date: Feb. 23, 2018

ISBN: 978-0-9905262-1-6

Page Count: 146

Publisher: Dolan & Associates

Review Posted Online: April 19, 2018

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 2018

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BEST EVIDENCE

POEMS

A poignant collection by a talented poet still in search of one defining voice.

A debut volume of poetry explores love and war.

Divided into four sections, Osaki’s book covers vast emotional territories. Section 1, entitled “Walking Back the Cat,” is a reflection on youthful relationships both familial and romantic. “Dying Arts,” the second part, is an examination of war and its brutal consequences. But sections three and four, named “Tradecraft” and “Best Evidence” respectively, do not appear to group poems by theme. The collection opens with “My Father Holding Squash,” one of Osaki’s strongest poems. It introduces the poet’s preoccupation with ephemera—particularly old photographs and letters. Here he describes a photo that is “several years old” of his father in his garden. Osaki muses that an invisible caption reads: “Look at this, you poetry-writing / jackass. Not everything I raise is useless!” The squash is described as “bearable fruit,” wryly hinting that the poet son is considered somewhat less bearable in his father’s eyes. Again, in the poem “Photograph,” Osaki is at his best, sensuously describing a shot of a young woman and the fleeting nature of that moment spent with her: “I know only that I was with her / in a room years ago, and that the sun filtering / into that room faded instantly upon striking the floor.” Wistful nostalgia gives way to violence in “Dying Arts.” Poems such as “Preserve” present a battleground dystopia: “Upturned graves and craters / to swim in when it rains. / Small children shake skulls / like rattles, while older ones carve rifles / out of bone.” Meanwhile, “Silver Star” considers the act of escorting the coffin of a dead soldier home, and “Gun Song” ruminates on owning a weapon to protect against home invasion. The language is more jagged here but powerfully unsettling nonetheless. The collection boasts a range of promising poetic voices, but they do not speak to one another, a common pitfall found in debuts. “Walking Back the Cat” is outstanding in its refined attention to detail; the sections following it read as though they have been produced by two or more other poets. Nevertheless, this is thoughtful, timely writing that demands further attention.

A poignant collection by a talented poet still in search of one defining voice.

Pub Date: Jan. 31, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-984198-32-7

Page Count: 66

Publisher: CreateSpace

Review Posted Online: June 26, 2018

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