Poetry Works, Mostly is the “collected works” edition of “about 60 or so” poems that represent a span of several years. “One of them is great,” says the author in the Introduction. “This book is a word temple,” he continues, “At least, it wants to be.”
And it succeeds.
Many of these poems are brief, bite-sized ruminations and reflections on ordinary life or life events. Think of written “sound bites” or “clips” from everyday life. They’re-infused with bright, bold Technicolor in this collection of witty and thought-provoking verse. This includes everything from not-forever stamps to memories, “maybe it’s ADHD,” the dentist, “red lines of time,” Spring, “she likes water in her wine,” Daisy the cat, “Which witch is what” and “an upside-down and dark sonnet” Shakespeare/Horror Lit combo. Also clam chowder and the “One Slipper philosophy.”
Some poems rhyme. Others are free verse. Pithy observations appear in verse that’s sometimes as spare as a scarecrow. At others, it's as loquacious as a talk show host. Stand-outs include Snake and Poodle, They’re AALL Linden Trees, and Raven Brought the Sun. The Take That entries, a series of poems directed at authors such as Flaubert, Burroughs, and Dostoevsky, is both revelatory, provocative, smart, and deliciously sassy.
The writing style has a tongue in cheek wit about it that crackles, pops, and often pierces as the author ably and expertly packs truckloads of emotion and passion into a few brief lines. Perhaps the most searingly poignant and powerful entry in the entire collection is the final poem, Unfortunately. (Bring tissue.)
At about one hundred and twenty-five pages, this collection of poetry, mostly can easily be read in an afternoon. But it’s worth at least a whole day. In fact, if the mere notion of “poetry” makes you want to jump up and run screaming from the room, give Poetry Works, Mostly a chance. It’s different. It’s fresh. It’s worth the time