We are stuck in age-old definitions of gender and personhood and parenting and life. Somewhere in between those definitions is the person we, ourselves, long to be, and who we should “just be.”
If Death brings a flash of life before our eyes, and we see each detail of what and how we’ve lived, and everything that was once background became foreground, then Where the Road Runs Out, the new collection from Gaia Holmes is that flash.
This is a notice that life is genuinely what you make it, and that if you live it while looking at it, you might miss what is actually in front of you.
These poems are moving, beautifully written, and fascinating, elaborating on the fears, the excitement, the trauma of pregnancy, and anything in between from the labor, and the everlasting relationship between Gruber and her daughter, Quintana.
The Power of Poetry – Sara Henning I’d like to tell you a story about life’s untamable […]
Funny, chaotic, spilling over with breathy exuberance, centered in the imagination but anchored in the relational points […]
Lately, I’ve been reading some poetry collections that feel as if they were written solely for the doctoral […]