A review by wanderwithjon
Women of Resistance: Poems for a New Feminism by Cynthia Dewi Oka, Joyce Peseroff, Laura Fairgrieve, Wendy Xu, Maureen McLane, Jill McDonough, Lauren Clark, Lauren K. Alleyne, Ada Limón, Stacey Waite, Laura Theobald, Denice Frohman, Achy Obejas, Jericho Brown, Sandra Beasley, Rachel Zucker, Tyehimba Jess, Anastacia-Renee, Jade Lascelles, Rosebud Ben-Oni, Ellen Hagan, Dorothea Lasky, Judith Baumel, Kimberly Johnson, Jacqueline Jones Lamon, Mahogany L. Browne, Amanda Johnston, Hope Wabuke, Kim Addonizio, Safia Elhillo, Naomi Shihab Nye, francine j. harris, Patricia Smith, Anne Waldman, Kwame Dawes, Monika Zobel, Jenny Johnson, Rachel McKibbens, Ryka Aoki, Ruth Irupé Sanabria, Elizabeth Clark Wessel, Danielle Chapman, James Allen Hall, Elizabeth Acevedo, Christopher Soto, Karyna McGlynn, Mary Ruefle, Kaveh Akbar, Trish Salah

3.0

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Disclaimer: A review copy of the book has been provided by the publsiher—OR Books—in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are mine and mine alone.

Reading poetry is all about finding a certain connection, a spark of relation between you and the writing. It wasn’t present for me; nevertheless, in response to trying to find that spark, I did not stop from reading this book. I traversed it from cover to cover but sadly nothing really connected with me in a level that would instigate for my giving this book a higher rating.

“when a girl pronounces her own name/ there is glory/ when a woman tells her own story/ she lives forever” —Denice Frohman


As much as this book is brilliant and beautiful, it did not resonate with me personally. Anthologies, especially poetry collections, are harder to echo with than your typical writing. It really does put the subject in subjective.

‘Women of Resistance: Poetry for a New Feminism’ is an engaging and poignant collection of poetry from diverse women. It is well-curated and both stories and writings are fantastic; however, they weren’t for me. I wanted to love and to connect with them and it just didn’t happen. It is more the way the poems were written than anything else.