"Spring by Jenny Rowbory

Winter is all around but in this glade there is no ice or snow; warm sunlight bathes us. My hands are filled with soft white petals that I shower over you like confetti; they brush your cheeks as they fall, melting into your skin, coming to settle gently upon the grief, loss and panic. It makes the heavy feel light for a little while. Here it is safe to sing of the hope of Outdoor Hair. What if the seasons are stuck for good this time and Spring never comes. We were never promised it would. Our bodies are covered in the welts and bruises from the kicks and punches of that unmade promise, the one we wish existed: the guarantee of a certain Spring. We are The Winter People yet our hearts are made of snowdrops."

— Jenny Rowbory: We Are The Winter People, p. 5

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We Are The Winter People - Robin Riley's BookWyrm

We Are The Winter People is the collected works of Jenny Rowbory. The diverse range of poetry deals with love, loss and the poet's ever-changing relationship with faith. Despite the struggles depicted within the work, it is an ultimately empowering collection, filled with strength, determination and hope. We Are The Winter People contains poems to 'come alongside you and hold your hand' and will offer you compassion and company in your times of struggle. Beautifully written, sometimes playful and sometimes painful, the poetry speaks to our souls as we try to navigate this life together.

"Bed days by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

What were my mom's pain days like? Were they all of them? She didn't have weed, friends, a therapist, yoga, baths, Vicodin, T-3s, community acupuncture, fragrance-free or turmeric. She had wine, silence and a garden. She had hidden.

Sometimes I lie in bed on a pain day with my sick and disabled friends a finger swipe away, my twin canes, my partner who loves me my good bed, my nettles and my deep breaths, and still the pain in my knees and legs lives and shouts fire, and I wonder

if my disability is me feeling all the pain my mom never had a chance to feel finally safe enough to come home and talk to me."

— Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha: Tonguebreaker, p. 41

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Tonguebreaker - Robin Riley's BookWyrm

Social Reading and Reviewing

"Peripheral by Hannah Emerson

Yes I prefer the peripheral because it limits the vision.

It does focus my attention. Direct looking just is too

much killing of the moment. Looking oblique littles

the moment into many helpful moments.

Moment moment moment moment keep in the moment."

— Hannah Emerson: The Kissing of Kissing, p. 6

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The Kissing of Kissing - BookWyrm

In this remarkable debut, which marks the beginning of Multiverse--a literary series written and curated by the neurodivergent--Hannah Emerson's poems keep, dream, bring, please, grownd, sing, kiss, and listen. They move with and within the beautiful nothing ("of buzzing light") from which, as she elaborates, everything jumps. In language that is both bracingly new and embracingly intimate, Emerson invites us to "dive down to the beautiful muck that helps you get that the world was made from the garbage at the bottom of the universe that was boiling over with joy that wanted to become you you you yes yes yes." These poems are encounters--animal, vegetal, elemental--that form the markings of an irresistible future. And The Kissing of Kissing makes joyously clear how this future, which can sometimes seem light-years away, is actually as close, as near, as each immersive now. It finds breath in the woods and the words and the worlds we share, together "becoming burst becoming / the waking dream." With this book, Emerson, a nonspeaking autistic poet, generously invites you, the reader, to meet yourself anew, again, "to bring your beautiful nothing" into the light.

The Mirror (Ogre Remix)

A reworking of a Baudelaire poem, 'The Mirror' I came across recently.

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