I untouch you

and move headfirst into the couches

of this unholy season

I read. A lot. There are times I regret that. Say, if the person I’m seeing is looking for alone time, or when it is my night to make dinner, or when the poetry or novel I’m reading is tedious or boring. Those examples all happen way more often than I care to admit. This chapbook by Emily Skillings only made two of those examples come to fruition. With a mildly irritated and slightly hungry lover, I have only great things to say about these poems.

I walked into an ugly carpet

and decided I should live there.

There is a power in Emily’s words that I found myself fist pumping to. I was reading it in a public place alone at the time. I was so lost in the work I lost my tendancy to hide when I am in public. I hate to reuse the word so soon, but POWER is what I read here. The ease of passing from political work that would make any revolutionary proud, to passionate and sexy poems about Other People’s Poetry, not a single line disappoints.

Every word in this poem is a dead body.

Each word dies as you read it.

I need to take off my reviewer hat for a second, DID YOU READ THAT?! DID YOU HEAR THAT IN YOUR BRAIN!? I’m going to put it back in front of you again…

Every word in this poem is a dead body.

Each word dies as you read it.

SERIOUSLY?! That is one of the best lines I have ever read. Anywhere. As I understand it, there are only 100 copies of this chapbook. If you find one, buy it. It will be worth a lot of money someday. Shades of the classics, while never feeling stale. Contemporary while never pretentious.

I crime towards you aggresively

with an already-broken bat in my hand
I really want to share more lines from this chapbook, but I don’t want to overdo it. This is a great book. I will read it many more times.


Purchase your copy through Powell’s Books.