ARRIVAL is a poetic love story between mother and daughter. The poems are road maps, intertwining generations with a narrative beginning in 1950 with a woman who is pregnant with twins. In her seventh month she delivers a stillborn boy and a baby girl weighing less than two pounds. From there, the evocation of a series of catastrophic family events brings forth Cheryl Boyce-Taylor’s power to strip her readers down to their most vulnerable. Boyce-Taylor is steeped in the narratives of Trinidad and New York City, colored with metaphorical stew-pot images. She revels in her lyrical range as she weaves these poetic retellings of family, place, and identity.
You know it's a phenomenal book of poetry when you stop and think "holy shit this person really KNOWS how to write." Beautifully crafted and emotionally wrenching, all with intention. Definitely cried in public while reading some of these poems.
Boyce-Taylor tells us these stories of her childhood in Trinidad with language so musical it feels like a song. The poetry pulls you in until you feel like you're there alongside the poet. She shares heartbreaking personal histories and moves through them with her poetry. It's lovely and profound.
A collection of poems about the poet's childhood in Trinidad, growing up in NY, the distance between mother and daughter, becoming a mother, and loss and love.
from Zuihitsu on Eating Poems: "I eat poems for breakfast / sprinkle some of my honeydew melon / on my Inca red quinoa / I feed poems to my son he eats them / like heirloom tomatoes"
from Moonflower: "I am my father's daughter restless / with no August breeze I become a borrowed day"