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alyssapusateri's review
3.75
Graphic: Animal cruelty, Animal death, Body horror, Gore, Death, Death of parent, Grief, and Blood
Moderate: Fire/Fire injury and Suicidal thoughts
Minor: Sexual content, Drug use, Alcohol, and Racial slurs
buttermellow's review
5.0
Moderate: Death of parent and Sexism
Minor: Animal death, Racism, and Racial slurs
forkontheleft's review
4.5
Graphic: Death of parent
Moderate: Animal death
mimpart's review
5.0
Moderate: Death of parent and Death
words_and_coffee's review
5.0
Graphic: Grief, Death, Death of parent, and Terminal illness
Moderate: Animal death, Racial slurs, Xenophobia, and Racism
Minor: Alcoholism and Drug abuse
lidia7's review
from Mowing:
I imagine what it must be like to stay hidden, disappear in the dusky nothing and stay still in the night. It’s not sadness, though it may sound like it. I’m thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, and how it’s hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.
from The Long Ride:
(...) How good it is to love
live things, even when what they've done
is terrible, how much we each want to be
the pure exonerated creature, to be turned loose
into our own wide open without a single
harness of sin to stop us.
from The Wild Divine:
and I thought, this was what it was to be blessed-
to know a love that was beyond an owning, beyond
the body and its needs, but went straight from wild
thing to wild thing, approving of its wildness.
favorite poem: Field Bling
other poems I *really* enjoyed: The Quiet Machine, I Remember The Carrots, The Tree of Fire, Someplace Like Montana, In The Country of Resurrection, The Problem With Travel, The Great Blue Heron of Dunbar Road, Lies About Sea Creatures, Service
Graphic: Grief, Death, and Death of parent
Moderate: Animal death and Racial slurs
rachbreads's review
3.5
The Quiet Machine
I'm learning so many different ways to be quiet...There's daytime silent when I stare, and a nighttime silent when I do things.
I Remember the Carrots
I haven't given up on trying to live a good life
State Bird
whatever state you are, I'll be that state's bird
After You Toss Around the Ashes
I couldn't go back to my life. You understand, right? It wasn't the same. I couldn't tell if I loved myself more or less.
Graphic: Death of parent and Terminal illness
chickentenderness's review
3.5
Much of this book is wandering, meandering—this is clearly intentional and exploratory and even prefaced in the reviews on the back cover. She reads to me as tenuous and exploratory and grasping (meant kindly). She’s at once settled and unsettled. That particular feeling did resonate with me, but at the same time I often found her writing difficult to grasp. The language of her poetry was sometimes so unconnected or indistinct that I struggled with it.
Perhaps I’m just at a different stage of my life, perhaps I should give this another read when I’m 35. All this to say that it’s a very beautiful read, but did not land the way I thought it might.
Moderate: Death of parent
barefootsong's review against another edition
4.0
Graphic: Death, Grief, and Death of parent
Moderate: Animal death
versmonesprit's review
2.0
Minor: Death of parent