The Yellow Suitcase
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"You wounded me. The wounds grew wings," so opens The Yellow Suitcase, lines that it grabs you and won't let go. Poems land like a palm on the chest, tender, fierce, true. If lyric that aches and heals speaks to you, someone who loves a gut-punched poem, poems that actually do something: name pain, map it, and offer a way forward? Half-caste, tidewrack, salvors, angels, the people in these poems won't let you look away. Thunder in the veins, a barn, a suitcase set down, these poems happen with the force of weather, perfect for late-night reading and storm playlists.
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"You wounded me. The wounds grew wings," so opens The Yellow Suitcase, lines that it grabs you and won't let go. Poems land like a palm on the chest, tender, fierce, true. If lyric that aches and heals speaks to you, someone who loves a gut-punched poem, poems that actually do something: name pain, map it, and offer a way forward? Half-caste, tidewrack, salvors, angels, the people in these poems won't let you look away. Thunder in the veins, a barn, a suitcase set down, these poems happen with the force of weather, perfect for late-night reading and storm playlists.
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"You wounded me. The wounds grew wings," so opens The Yellow Suitcase, lines that it grabs you and won't let go. Poems land like a palm on the chest, tender, fierce, true. If lyric that aches and heals speaks to you, someone who loves a gut-punched poem, poems that actually do something: name pain, map it, and offer a way forward? Half-caste, tidewrack, salvors, angels, the people in these poems won't let you look away. Thunder in the veins, a barn, a suitcase set down, these poems happen with the force of weather, perfect for late-night reading and storm playlists.
AmazonPagina's: 126, Hardcover, Pierian Springs Press
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