I always need more poetry in my life. Always. I do read poetry online, and I’m immensly grateful for poetry online. But it can’t give me that same strong sense of deep satisfaction that holding a book and reading from it does.
It used to be easier to indulge my curiosity when there was that little bit more money coming in. If there was a book that sang to me, I’d be on it like an owl on a mouse at twilight.
Now, I mostly make lists of book I’ll buy when there is some spare change. It was my birthday recently, 31 I am, and I’ve been mulling over and over collections, trying to decipher which one I would appreciate most, which one I would continue to return to until it was soft and dog eared.
I’ve been meaning to buy Ophelia Wears Black since it was first released in 2015 but I remember the cost of P&P from the States was outrageously high, and at the time it was impossible to afford.
Like hundreds of others, Segovia is a favourite poet of mine, and I do find myself wondering where she’s wandering these days, as her silence has lasted, it seems, for the longest time. All of the other collections amassed here here have been found mostly by seeing what ‘customers also bought’ on Amazon. What a fantastic little feature that is.
If you’re in the position to get your claws into these, or if you’re read any, please do let me know what you found past the cover page.
“Ophelia Wears Black is a collection of poetry and prose focusing on the shadow aspects and dark side of the human experience through the eyes of a young girl. Divided into four parts, each mirroring the cycling seasons, we follow Ophelia into her own re-imagined Underworld where she learns to make sense of and find the perfection and necessity of her own inner darkness.” – Segovia Amil
“SALT IS FOR CURING is the lush and haunting full-length debut by Sonya Vatomsky. These poems, structured as an elaborate meal, conjure up a vapor of earthly pains and magical desires; like the most enduring rituals, Vatomsky’s poems both intoxicate and ward. A new blood moon in American poetry, SALT IS FOR CURING is surprising, disturbing, and spookily illuminating.” – Small Press Distribution
“for years, i was searching for a land i remembered. a language i understood. and then. in solitude. i found it – within.” Simple, soulful, thought provoking poems and haikus describing the inescapable sorrow we often endure before we understand why the birds still sing every morning. Beautiful and raw; Earthsong takes the reader through a lyrical journey of love, grief, depression, survival and healing.” – April Green
“Poetry. Told in an age we can’t quite put our finger on, the poems in Lisa Ciccarello’s debut collection twist up from tales of witchcraft and the punishing morals of the Newgate Calendar. Vulnerable in the darkness as the dead watch behind salt-lined windows, we are led to explore a world of simple objects through a complex fog of cruelty and longing, strength and feebleness, folklore and familial traditions. Violence, love, death, jealousy, sex, and shadows fill the pages of AT NIGHT. If you seek comfort, you will find none here.” – Amazon.co.uk
“In Learning To Speak, Kat Savage draws the parallel between the loves we experience and how we often lose our voices in the process. From the beginnings both heartbreaking and hopeful, to the loss, to the “aha” moment when we realize we are going to be okay, her first collection of poetry is meant to be a journey. She hopes we will all ask ourselves: How many times have you lost your voice to someone who isn’t even listening?” – Kate Savage
“The Truth Is We Are Perfect contains fifty-four lyrics exploring the loss of oneself through the loss of an other, and how we seek to recreate ourselves in that absence. Stucky journeys into nothingness and, consequently, into awareness. His meditative sensibilities and minimalist style create ritualized poems acting as spells—transcribed to be read aloud and performed in the service of realizing that which we seek to become: “Because I love a burning thing / I made my heart a field of fire.” – Janaka Stucky