I wrote this poem immediately after returning home from a friend who could not hold space for my grief that day. The poem became this container for the grief, the loss, the anger, and then it broke through to something else— gratitude for the beautiful and kind woman I had lost to cancer, my Tia Madalena. And the poem became a way to keep her love close against the loss.
Carla Sofia Ferreira on "Elegy with Azeite e Pão de Ló" |
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Review of I Feel Fine by Olivia Muenz
"Within these poems, the reader begins to look at the world from the outside-in, contained within the staccato lyricism of Muenz’s lyricism. Muenz’s poems play with both blunt affirmations of presence while in the following breath questioning if that presence is real, mirroring the way that disability and neurodivergence can lead to experiences of challenged identity, and societal dismissal."
viaTHE SUNDRESS BLOG |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Orchid Tierney on "a field guide to future flora"
"however distributed vegetal cognition is, plants are nonetheless remarkable sensing and sensate beings, who invite speculation as to who we—the weirdos of this world—are if we are not already communal thinkers. so: to look upon a plant with an appreciation that its own mind is radically different is a terse exercise in the acceptance of its unknowability." |
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