In this collection of poems, A. Davida Jane writes with a sharply honed honesty. She writes of sleepless nights, of days spent alone, but also of the reasons to keep fighting—be it poetry, a girl, the sky, or even the promise of one day feeling okay again.
this collection? this collection was divine. something a bit ethereal almost mystical about it. so many poems that spoke to dormant parts of my heart. it was absolutely, undoubtedly beautiful
"Darling, did you know the ache we feel is our hearts hurting from trying to beat at the same time. Did you know that it hurts so much because one time they got it right, and every moment since then has been agony, a history of mistimed implosions so desperately trying to be together and never quite making it."
God, I probably love every poem in this collection. Such stunning stunning poetry.
"we will keep building until all the world is a home, with so many open doors and one big window where every young girl has a place to sit." there is so much hope and optimism in Davida Jane's words it takes my breath away and makes me glad to be alive.
Melancholy and romantic. Some of these pieces I wish I could illustrate - especially Gilded Butterfly Bones, Glass Slipper Hearts, and The Moon in the Lake.
A lovely book - bittersweet on the whole, with bright and dark spots dappled throughout. Some of the poems are more traditional in format, and a few of them are more like paragraphs of thoughts tumbling into each other. I respect the author's work regardless. And her imagery - so much of this reads like somebody is taking a paintbrush to me and putting surreal landscapes in my head! I read this in digital form, but I think one of these days, it would be a pleasure to acquire a proper hard copy.