I read the following poem, (only a segment included here)and I cried, knowing I had to do better, had to return to my own writing.RE: Happiness, in pursuit thereofIt is 2005, just before the landfall.Here I am, a labyrinth, and I am a mess.I am located at the corner of Waterwayand Bluff. I need your help. You will find meto the left of the graveyard, where the treesgrow especially talkative at night. . . I just finished reading Rising, Falling, Hovering, on Monday and had the opportunity to hear the poet read the first half of the title poem at the Seattle Public Library Wednesday Evening (060408). Although the book has some short poems they are dispersed throughout the book and break up the longer Title Poem 'Rising, Falling, Hovering.' The poet herself described the style of the poem as almost cinematic where the subject changes throughout the poem as in a film fading in and out of different scenes to complete the story. It covers the issues of immigration, empire building, and war with fragmented sentences on the pages. The style that she uses is different than what I usually read but I did find it enjoyable. The extra bonus was to be able to hear the poet read from her own book This has always helped me get more out of a book and see it in a different light then when just reading and interpreting on my own.
What do You think about Rising, Falling, Hovering (2008)?
the words get in your head. Even better than her last book of poetry Steal Away.
—marieparkk
"Let's be realistic: We are never coming back."
—lacha1305
