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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