Damaged Little Creatures by Leona Sevick

The poems in DAMAGED LITTLE CREATURES remind us that we can never remake ourselves entirely; we are distilled through the experiences that shape our early selves In direct and spare language, Sevick’s heartrending poems achieve moments of grace and transcendence as they unravel delicate childhood memories, probe complex issues of identity, and wrestle with the impossible work of marriage and parenting.

Author: Leona Sevick

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Unfounded by Michael Trocchia

Divided into three parts, Michael Trocchia’s debut collection of verse is a lyric study on the forms of fate, a haunting discourse on the linguistic fractures between one’s self and substance, and a set of shimmering images and meditations on the constant “guesswork” of understanding the world within us and beyond. The immediacy and sonic play of these poems are met by what is their gravity of thought and, in some, their philosophic irony. Attending to both the magic and logic of our language, Trocchia’s poetry draws the two together, renewing the wonder of existence with greater clarity.

Author: Michael Trocchia

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disbelief // moving on by E. K. Jones

“Til death do you part” didn’t happen. What now?A story of love, loss, and how we pick up the pieces, this carefully curated set of 28 poems plumbs the depths of betrayal, depression, and loneliness.They’re gone. They won’t be coming back. You poured your heart, your soul, your whole life into the relationship. You built something together, something that lies crumbling and deteriorated after they left.You have to fight on. You have to live YOUR life on YOUR terms.But it’s hard. It won’t be easy. Your other half packed up and left. You must become whole again. You can do it. You have to do it.An intimate, dark, yet optimistic look at what comes after the breakup, disbelief // moving on digs at the recesses of the mind at the heart, digging down to the nerve, and baring it for the world to see. It’s a dark, empty bedroom at 2:45 AM, their body’s crease still fresh on the other side of the bed. It’s a lonely work commute. It’s a fleeting glance on the subway, a chance encounter at the coffee shop. It’s how we deal, and maybe, how we heal.

Author: E. K. Jones

Rating: Rating: 5.00 / 5
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