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spacestationtrustfund's review
3.0
THE MAN WITH A HOLE IN HIS HEADHe doesn’t mind the whistle of pain
being sucked from his head by a breeze,
though occasionally he wears a hat.
It’s the way he surrounds himself in solitude
when his hair grows weary of responsibility
just as a field of prairie grass
tires of hiding a damaged landscape.
He knows the difference between a crutch
and a bowl of soup: a crutch is a wooden stick
a ruined man uses to poke at the world;
a bowl of soup is the mirror he stares into on Thursday night.
If the phone rings while he’s doing a crossword puzzle
the man might put his pencil in the hole then forget
where it is until it falls when he bends to tie a shoelace.
At a costume party, a rose stuck down in the hole, thorns taped to his shirt.
Each person asks how it happened and gets a different answer:
automobile accident, war wound, birth defect.
He knows more about empty spaces than anyone you’ll ever meet.
For instance, a hole, he wrote to a friend,
weighs twice as much as whatever it once held.
csnow33's review
4.0
One of my new years resolutions is to write more poetry, so what better way to start than be reading more poetry? If the opinion of this humble noob is considered, this book was a great start!
The collection reads like a dream highlighting all the everyday horrors that we just can't place our finger on or explain--death, for example, is showcased interchangeably with consumerism and food. Overall, I thought it was an enlightening take on more mundane topics and the only real disappointment I had was with the sometimes bland overwording of lines.
The collection reads like a dream highlighting all the everyday horrors that we just can't place our finger on or explain--death, for example, is showcased interchangeably with consumerism and food. Overall, I thought it was an enlightening take on more mundane topics and the only real disappointment I had was with the sometimes bland overwording of lines.
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