Robin’s Review of some blue, a little spur
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some blue, a little spur
by Kris Falcon
some blue, a little spur by Kris Falcon The poems in Kris Falcon’s some blue, a little spur function like a map of dark watercolors, where the speaker is building a way through a space-time collage.
The poems in Kris Falcon’s some blue, a little spur function like a map of dark watercolors, where the speaker is building a way through a space-time collage. “You say there is nothing there. I see a lake…// I see how I am to depart.” The pathfinding work of Falcon is grounded in logic, and the surreal nature of reality holds the reader in shared experience, for instance of being in lockdown, “We are stepping out after 36 weeks of showering / at sundown.” Falcon carries us across a landscape where, “Any piece of fabric can look like / a body after a storm” and asks that we accept the lack of certainty, the fact that “Nobody understands you and your map / shaped like an infected tree.” This collection holds both our felt experience of not having the answers, and requires our acknowledgement of how that “muscles what heals.” - Amelia Martens, author of The Spoons in the Grass are There to Dig a Moat. Before Some Mud Streams on Subs Off Some Room After 4, Before 6 Under Lockdown, Some Misappreciation West End Say Nothing September Gone, Going Overwater Outlying After You Lost Your Way Missing the Soot in a Spur Day of Antithesis Asked for Sea Views, I Head for Abstract Importance of Hundred Percent Hiatus Foster-Eyed Comeback Like Last Word Lakeside Before You Mark as Safe Late Intake Sluices More Gray Than Red Day of the Eased Out Which Era Did You Want to Live In? Five in Tranquility 1 Keep Myself Alone for You Missing a Constellation Chimera "Turn to Nature" Asked to Draw My Face Every Stone Is for Grounding Lighter Reds, Fading Blue Outskirts The Heart Has No Place A Whole Out for an Answer Outside the Hexagon Here Nowhere Moving On Missing Some Blue in the Green August Into Whatever It Was When There's No Calling Back New Year's Note For a Friend off Coast In the Dark, There Is No Half White Screen Pressed Flowers Why the Warmth Occlusion Of Hands, One Out the Window Pacing In Land of Makeshift Border Conflation in Longhand Weather Pending Violet Hour Disremembering
Robin's Review: Dive into the mesmerizing world of Kris Falcon's poetry collection, "Some Blue, A Little Spur." Let these words take you on a thought-provoking and touching journey. Discover the hidden depth behind even the simplest of terms. It is highly recommended for those seeking a compelling and meaningful read.
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