Resultados para "Carrie" en Poesía

On the surface, material objects are just that. Inanimate things that can be seen, touched, smelled, heard, tasted, and sometimes all five. However, us humans have a way of associating meaning to even the most ordinary seeming of items, from allergy-inducing grass blades to delectable candy and everything in between. Some objects bring us all-encompassing comfort, while others bring us undeniable distress. The saying one person’s trash is another person’s treasure certainly rings true here.

In What Have I Done? Carrie Close writes, “all these little birds keep picking at me/hard, determined beaks peck through skin, scrape/against bone—they dance and chirp ominous tones…” The connection Close builds between themes of love, motherhood, and relationships hits you in the fame like a taut rubber band forcing you to home in on every last detail. Close pens a charged, feminist collection that avoids polishing for the sake of looking good.