In her third collection of poems, The Atheist Wore Goat Silk, Anna Journey once again celebrates the profusion of sensuality erupting from the material world. As she weaves dark fables, luminous family memories, and hard-edged personal tales into a singular fabric, Journey charts the boundaries of absence and departure, delineating the separations that we often hope to stitch back together at the intersections of the body and the imagination.
Rhythmically charged and lyrically narrative, these poems are rich with verbal cascades and currents of mordant reflections. Throughout this collection, both readers and the poet are linked by a delicate and elegantly spun web of verse.We publiceren alleen reviews die voldoen aan de voorwaarden voor reviews. Bekijk onze voorwaarden voor reviews.