GOODREADS: The poems in Yrsa Daley-Ward’s collection bone are exactly that: reflections on a particular life honed to their essence–so clear and pared-down, they become universal.
- Don’t be so very engaging, amusing or witty or bright. You are causing confusion and jams in tight spaces. You are an accident in waiting. The type of accident with casualties spanning from me to you and here to there, a potential tragedy.
- I miss you in tiny earthquakes in little underground explosions.
- Just because you do it doesn’t mean you always will. Whether you’re dancing dust or breathing light. You’re never exactly the same, twice.
- If you were married to yourself, could you stay with yourself?
- One day I will tell you what I’ve been. It will scare you.
- The worst thing about somebody who betrays you, somebody who turns out to be a completely different person to whom you first thought, is the love that you still feel in your heart for them.
- If you’re afraid to write it, that’s a good sign. I suppose you know you’re writing the truth when you’re terrified.
- Seize that loveliness. It has always been yours.
- Today is the first day of the rest of it. Of course there will be other first days but none exactly like this.
I was not entirely impressed. It was a 2/5 for me.