A review by private_reader
Our Gleaming Bones Unrobed by Grant Loveys

3.0

Lord, I’ve set a daunting task for myself, reading a collection of poetry each month. I know I could cheat and read nothing but poetry for children but the idea of this quota system is to challenge me. Well, this collection of poems from Newfoundland writer Grant Loveys certainly did that. Maybe my poetry reading skills are rusty, but I think I only understood about 25% of these poems. There were some definite stand-outs. I tend to lean toward the narrative in poetry (and all things) at the best of times, which explains my love of verse novels, so it was Loveys forays into narratives that grabbed me the most. “What the Robot Learned of Love” had a pleasing tragic sci-fi quality, although I think it went on for two lines too long. “No Mercy” constructed a careful analogy of love and loss and grief and, of all things, wasps. “Exile” paints a scene that most women “of age” can relate to – the doctors visit wherein breast cancer is discovered.

It’s hard to give this an overall score, since I’m generally so clueless about poetry. Maybe I’ll equivocate and just say it’s worth a look.