Cooper’s nod to Poe here is thick with tension, mystery, and visceral descriptions of the protagonist’s creepy predicament. She gives you a frightening blend of details and questions, leaving you to wonder exactly what is going on, just like the young woman in the story.
“But you can see me under this green mesh” by Renée Francoeur in Squawk Back:
Francoeur covers her tenacious heroine with objects throughout this direct and hearty first person narrative, creating a highly charged set of cohesive scenes filled with symbolism and emotion…
Lillian Ha’s poetry sings bittersweet melodies. Such insistent verbs move through me like gypsies, unbound and propelled forward.
The poem captures you, bringing you into this intimate moment, this intimate kingdom. Jones’ poem is one of the best pieces I have read in months, maybe even years.
Reading this piece reminded me of having someone whisper in my ear to tell me an intimate secret. The words are quiet and soft, each sound running into the next.
The cadence traveling throughout this poem made me feel like I was in her shoes, a fellow traveler, nearly hearing the footfalls. Mosher’s tale of love lost, love found…