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Joyce Meyers staple-bound. 39 pp. $9.00
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Sitting down with Joyce Meyers’ Wild Mushrooms is like sitting down with a cup of coffee, wisps of steam floating from the curves of each printed letter – suave and rousing. The inviting mood of this 26-piece poetry collection (enhanced by typeset and delicate illustration) greets you from its very first pages and is sustained throughout… Her casual, unabashed voice provides accessibility to complex concepts that can be pondered long after the last word. Unexpected combinations—for instance, where baking meets bloodshed in Aftermath, and trick-or-treaters go to war in Halloween 2004—keep things fresh and intriguing throughout this collection.
Nicole Miyashiro Joyce Meyers, an attorney, started life as an English teacher and eventually returned to her roots by writing poetry. Her poems have been published in various journals and anthologies, and she has participated in poetry readings and workshops in and around Philadelphia. In 2004 she received an International Merit Award from Atlanta Review. She practices law in Philadelphia and lives in Wallingford, Pennsylvania with her husband, Gerry Adams, their calico cat, Shana, and a yard full of rabbits and chickadees. Escape All I remember of my escape is the leather briefcase, wine-colored, smooth, that grew from my hand. It replaced my face, a curtain across the pain, a shield against emptiness. I carried it everywhere, stuffed full of tools and disguises, tomahawks, feathers, old maps, new machines. In time it grew heavy, my shoulders sagged. In the dark, when no one was watching, I let go. Without my ballast, I float in mist and fog. My feet strain for the solidity of earth, wet soil between my toes, stone surfaces glinting in the sun, a path through dense woods redolent of wild mushrooms after rain. |