I go into every new-to-me collection with an open mind. Or, better yet, no preconceived notions. Some collections I wind up liking, other less so. This one was definitely in the former category.
I actually wound up reading this one twice.
Two poems to highlight.
The first is called “Instructions for a Seance With Vladimirs“. If I’m being honest I’m not sure what, structurally, makes this a poem. But who cares, because it was fucking hilarious.
The second is called “Black Confederate Ghost Story“. This one is powerful and modern and honest.
I wish I were as tolerant as Walt Whitman
waltzing across the battlefield like a song
covering a cry of distress, but I want to be a storm
covering a confederate parade.