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In His Green Book - Poetry Collection - Mini Review

  In His Green Book is a poetry collection unlike any poetry collection I have ever encountered. It is a collection of prose poetry and philosophical poetry that does not always embark on word play or literary structures. Yet, it is a very enjoyable read. Terence Asitibasi creates a sacred space of wisdom and life entertained with the natural world. There is something so mesmerizing about some of the poems that speak to a deeper understanding of this world. For example, in "With New Eyes He Sees" the opening lines capture your soul: The feeling that comes deep Inside him, as he felt that He was blind Asitibasi clearly and cleverly breaks apart 'the the deep' feeling in juxtaposition to blindness. The stanza break, the unnatural pacing of the comma, everything about these opening lines keeps the reader captive. And you just want more, okay? Luckily there are over 70 poems of more! The philosophical poem "Keep Watch" kept me pondering the 'beingness'

The Many Personalities of Me - Short Poetry Collection - A Mini Review

There is a lot to say about the struggle to be an indie poet. There is the collection of poems, editing, publishing, marketing, and sharing a piece of one's soul. That is what Miss Bailey Gee, or Yael Gottesman has done: shared a piece of her soul.

Hardly a chapbook, the 18 poems featured are strong in content. They are heartbreaking. They are emotional. They remind me a lot about my own times in inpatient treatment: a fact that could bring a lot of stigma.

In "Footsteps to Reflection", the line "Wake up. Kick ass. Repeat." reminds me of a battle cry in a lost galaxy of running thoughts, uncertainty, and emotional turmoil. Again, real and pressing matters of mental health.

My favorite poem is "The Loneliness Pandemic" as I relate to it the most. It is such a strange phenomenon that in a world so full of people where we are connected at a push of a touchscreen--it is still a very big and lonely place. The poem reads like one of my innermost confessions "I’m not alone; I’ve got deafening silence surrounding me, louder than ever during quarantine." Perhaps, we will learn how to be a voice that cuts through the blade of silence during this COVID-19 pandemic. At least, that is my wish.

I realized, while reading this collection, that I am a literary reader. I like imagery, I like wordplay. Though, there were very little flowery images or tantalizing word play: the poems expressed their motives completely. There was no ambiguity in meaning and the vulnerability is daunting. Quite a haunting read.


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