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Trip Wires

by Connie Post / Sunday, 03 May 2020 / Published in Books

Like all true poets, Connie Post sharpens language to pierce and rejuvenate the outer-skin of appearances. Again and again, her teasingly punctuated poems pull us aside. One poem asks an X-ray technician “how can she know the secrets of the body / the broken bits of history – not detectable / by her kind of light.” These feisty poems — many of them soft-spoken psalms — stitch and glue the everyday to the eternal, interweaving the worldly with the eternal. Concerns or attractions we first take to be particular or private dissolve into the universal so inevitably that we’re forced to relax and recognize the trickster-spirit of poetry at work. In a single poem (“I Want to Walk Inside a House”) the swell and power of such lyricism borders on alchemy:“

Al Young, Poet Laureate Emerita of California

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