by Phloyd Knucklez ‧ RELEASE DATE: N/A
Eeyore-ish vignettes that offer feelings a depressed reader should recognize.
This debut collection of poems, prose poems, and very short stories captures the worldview of a disappointed man.
With some exceptions, the narrators of these pieces are men, generally in their 40s, unemployed or with a menial job; as adolescents, they got sent to military or Roman Catholic schools. They drink too much; romance eludes them; and they take antidepressants. In “Part Of The Unraveling Process,” the poem that opens this collection, the speaker sets this book’s prevailing mood: “What I have to say isn’t / all that interesting…. // I realize I’m not the most charismatic guy in the world.” This is a harsh realization for a writer who wants his work to be read, or for anyone who might want engagement with society, but the narrator finds a twisted silver lining: “For instance, nobody will ever look at me and call me a leader. / Or yearn for any of my belongings. / Or fantasize about what kind of lover I’d be.” The narrators usually have some self-awareness, but actively deny the use of insight: “Call me what you will. I don’t give a damn. What the fuck difference does it make?” Bitterness is the usual conclusion, as with “As Vague As He Is Flawed.” Here, a Failed Poet bemoans how he’s trapped between zombifying medication and his “anger and despair and irritation and sadness.” Even aided by his Encouraging Soul, the poet finally can only come back to “the biggest myth in the history of myths,” that if you’re hurt, someone will help you. Knucklez’s style is generally straightforward, although “Rewriting The Myth” has a livelier, spoken-word feel; for example, the president is “awaiting his tribunal, his escape hatch, his flask, his gasmask of red death, so he can stay on task.” Many readers can likely relate to the futilities and humiliations that the author describes with such vividness, and there is some integrity in rejecting pink cloud optimism (“Yes, I am a fallen man,” the narrator reveals in “Keeping My Vigil”). But readers hoping for more than a reminder that everything sucks will likely be as disappointed as Knucklez’s narrators.
Eeyore-ish vignettes that offer feelings a depressed reader should recognize.Pub Date: N/A
ISBN: N/A
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Publisher: Dog Ear Publisher
Review Posted Online: Sept. 19, 2016
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by Marcy Heidish ‧ RELEASE DATE: Feb. 23, 2018
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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by Mark S. Osaki ‧ RELEASE DATE: Jan. 31, 2018
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
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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