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Golden Honey explores an on-again, off-again relationship in the utterances of pop song, ballad, and elegy. Here is an author willing to experiment on the page-with what society deems acceptable behavior, with the messy territory between grieving a loss and moving on from a loved one. These poems are oceanic, have depths inexplicable and unreachable by definition. Fittingly, too, they venture into territories of addiction and substance use, of parenting and familial inheritance, of self-implication and questioning within those structures. As Varela writes, "I've been swimming / before my feet learned to walk." To swim with this poet is to explore what it is to feel, and to feel complicatedly, and to feel inside of complication- to follow our feet, even when we know they might lead us back to darkness.
I remember that first time we kissed, After that year, before our goodbyes, Looked up to see your watery ocean eyes, fill my veins. I remember kissing your storm, falling from your blue ocean heart. I remember, I remember us, I remember it all! What I remember the most? My heart dying, in miss of yours, We pulsate golden breath. I remember all of this, for you are my treasure. For a night. Unsatisfied. - Erica Varela
Golden Honey explores an on-again, off-again relationship in the utterances of pop song, ballad, and elegy. Here is an author willing to experiment on the page-with what society deems acceptable behavior, with the messy territory between grieving a loss and moving on from a loved one. These poems are oceanic, have depths inexplicable and unreachable by definition. Fittingly, too, they venture into territories of addiction and substance use, of parenting and familial inheritance, of self-implication and questioning within those structures. As Varela writes, "I've been swimming / before my feet learned to walk." To swim with this poet is to explore what it is to feel, and to feel complicatedly, and to feel inside of complication- to follow our feet, even when we know they might lead us back to darkness.
Abonner på vårt nyhetsbrev og få rabatter og inspirasjon til din neste leseopplevelse.
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