Currently reading: Wild Embers by Nikita Gill

For about three months, I’ve been juggling a few works of poetry. Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong; Up Jump the Boogie by John Murillo; and most recently Wild Embers by Nikita Gill which I immediately took to.

Now as you might guess, I didn’t finish any yet but I can already tell I’ll appreciate their final masterpieces. Each of the three represents, but not reduced to, a different pair of eyes to separate cultures.

So with Night Sky we’ve got a Vietnamese-born migrant who writes of family, grief, war, and love with overwhelming cadence at times, however, at other times pretty vague (for poetry I dare say) that I can’t begin to guess what I’m supposed to take from it. Again, I’m not finished so this is all subject to change. I discovered him when I came across his poem ‘Someday I Will Love Ocean Vuong‘ on The Yorker and I was hooked on the flow of words from one cleverly crafted concept to the next, and more importantly, the gentle cry of the message on self-love.

John Murillo, a mixture of African-American and Latino-American influences. I have my subscription to Poets.org to thank with the introduction of his Mercy, Mercy, Me. Some works more than others remind me sharply on how vicariously I live through authors, this was one of them. His poems, lyrics to the music you didn’t know you needed to hear, he elicits emotions in naked unpretentious renderings of memory, the basketball blacktops visions, sidewalks conversations, and recollections of family, struggle and identity. It’s warm. It’s soulful, it’s smart and engaging.

Wild Embers: Poems of Rebellion, Fire, and Beauty so far is panning out to be my cup of tea. Nikita Gill, unlike the previous two, is a British-Indian writer, living somewhere in the south of England. ‘Dragon’s Breath’ and ‘Fire‘ were the first two poems I’ve read of her off Pinterest and they stole me away like thieves in broad daylight. Continue reading “Currently reading: Wild Embers by Nikita Gill”

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Winter, Lust and Wonder by James Mahoney

This is a review of a book a blogger friend of mine, who goes by DarkJade on WordPress, had written.

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Rated: 5 stars

I’d recommend this to: Persons around 16 to 18 and up,

depending really on how well you generally comprehend poetry.

… What candor, What Nerve

What unbeknownst Verve

Will Guide me through these Woods

I Drink Cool Water, I eye the Storm

Begin the Written Word

~ a favourite line taken from Halls of the Written Word

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Don’t be fooled by its modest cover, what lies within its pages are words of a riptide of what seems to constitute almost every spectrum of emotion. Initially, I couldn’t understand what he was saying, what his words had meant. How and why Mr.Mahoney had strung them together the way he had. What were they trying to tell me? I had to put it down for some time to clear my mind to properly grasp what I was reading.

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