Wherein we are reminded:
keratin is décor,
music is grit,
grief is a river,
listening is scratchy,
uncertainty is heroic,
paper is safety,
metamorphosis is mutiny,
blood is a badge,
love is a seastar,
and light is light is light is light is light.
And, of course, a word is magic.
(I thought a book of poetry deserved a poetic response; thank you for indulging me. Full disclosure: I’ve known April for several decades, but first as a fellow volunteer for a lot of years, and only more recently as a poet. I’ve heard her claim—after leading many, many, many writing workshops and, oh by the way, publishing several chapbooks and this book and an entire journal/website—that she doesn’t know what she is doing. I laugh at that statement but at the same time know her modesty is sincere, and so is her passion for the craft—as well as mentoring and encouraging others within it, and building community around it. This was my second read through, and I look forward to the third+, because there were some things I didn’t understand—but it’s OK if I never do. There’s enough wisdom and experience and curiosity in here to be relatable, to make me respond out loud—in agreement, in empathy, in surprise. #ReadLocalKS)
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