“sometimes it’s hard
to know the outline
of a body, there’s
so many people inside.
so much room
for love and mayhem.”

i am a simple woman: give me a poetry collection about elegies of undying love? grief? amidst a broken world? sign. me. up. i am ready to devour it all, and what a delight it was! it’s super short—i read it on the bus like any other pretentious reader and felt satisfied by this wonderful feast. while some poems have faded from memory, there are select ones i want to revisit over and over. i loved the rhythm of each line, it truly felt like elegies but brought me alive with their lyrical beauty, if you get what i mean. but i also understand that each poem strikes you differently, at different moments in your life, and in various ways. i really couldn’t hate a poem—it’s hard to criticize word vomit when it is poured out so gracefully.

the poems i liked:
— consider the wound
— roxy music
— romanticism
— notes on sound and vision
— creeley song


“and in my outrage, i am immortal
because i love—“

i’m gagged???? get this book!!!!

The poems are about people, how we perceive the world, seeing life from the soul of a poet, muse, words, haunting memories, love, loss, grief, life, expressing emotions through painting, rebuilding memories, after life, inspiration and going though myriad of emotions throughout the life. Sometimes life feels hollow while sometimes it feels completes and the next second, loneliness consumes it. How we feel lonely being surrounded by people and then darkness consumes us. The poems are deep, evocative, poignant, touching and reaches to the soul.


Thanks to the publisher and Author.

This feels like the deep poetry you write on the bus home from a night out after you realise maybe brown liquor doesn’t make you horny, like you thought, but rather melancholic and a bit pretentious.

Starting strong, the first poem makes sure we don’t miss the point:

Like when I found you in the back of my mind.
I am talking about people and the night.
People inside the night.
The night and what we are made of.
The things and the people.
The signal and its noise.

Other times I got a little lost:

I was one day. Possible like any. Either faster. There
was one day. From might have been. Were lovely
days. And summer. My birds. Had trusted some.
Was missing some.

Honestly, I’m not sure what to make of this or the several positive reviews. Maybe I’ll come back to it after a drink :)