Gillian Jerome’s Nevertheless: Walking Poem

In Nevertheless, Gillian Jerome walks through life in Vancouver, British Columbia, with her eyes wide open. She takes in everything: the freckles on a dying loved one’s head, the man asleep on the sidewalk with a half-eaten pork bun, her own vivid dreams, the oak leaves which are the color of tangerines, a man drawing a totem, a woman with a swollen foot surrounded by irises and poppies, and thimbleberries and western anemones. Through these and other observations, Jerome explores grief, separation from her partner, friendship, marginalized communities, mistreatment of indigenous people, new love, environmental degradation, and the maturing of her child, among other topics. In all of it, be it good, bad, sad, or bittersweet, Jerome finds beauty, meaning, and poetry. Along the way, she crafts some unforgettable lines: “Sometimes your heart’s a wavelength, the only arrhythmia of the night—” or “where I sat for elongated minutes in the quiet lake glimmering in the gold-green August light.” Nevertheless is a delight to read and a delight which readers may find themselves reaching to savor over and over again.

Originally published on Manhattan Book Review.

Kimberly Kralowec’s We retreat into the stillness of our own bones

We retreat into the stillness of our own bones
by Kimberly Kralowec

Kimberly Kralowec’s new chapbook is a delight. Like a Kandinsky painting, Kralowec renders a hazy, dream-like space, unconstrained by the conventional, which permits the reader to drift almost untethered through three sections of untitled poems. At the same time, the clarity and freshness of the imagery, at moments reminiscent of Neruda, grounds the reader: “When your breath / embosses my skin, I lose track of color – / the shade between the minutes, the dye / between the days[.]” Fundamentally, these are love poems, and Kralowec conjures a world outside time and space in which two people find refuge in and exist only for each other. The result is, at times, achingly beautiful: “We are so safe together, we barely / need to wear a thing – / even our own skins. Can we still exist – / this unbound?” Still other lines will haunt the reader long after finishing this tiny tome: “Between dusk and night, / my dress became the color of rain doves – / or the heat of a fire that burns / but never consumes.” In sum, We retreat is a potent debut that will leave readers lingering over its rich imagery and maybe longing to find their own all-encompassing love.

(Originally published in the Inflectionist Review.)