A last-ditch attempt to un-do a lifetime of wrongdoing. This poetry collection holds nothing back. It is spiteful, honest, and vindictive. At the same time, it is a note of apology, a recording of grief, a faithful rendering of funerals, police reports, lost loves, and reconciliations. When the future is a mystery, the writer's only consolation is to keep notes until the end. While some may find this short poetry collection exploitative, the poet feels some things are necessary to say, and hopes that any of those so wronged can find it in themselves to understand.
Bethany Ebert was raised in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. She moved to Duluth, Minnesota in 2006 for college, where she studied Cultural Anthropology, Studio Art, and English Literature. She currently works as a custodian. In her spare time, Ms. Ebert enjoys drawing, singing, and hiking. She is a Buddhist.
I felt like I was reading letters, a diary, a short story all in one. I could relate to so many of these poems like "Sidewalk, Dishes, Months Since My Mother Has Spoken to Me, Days Since My mother Has Spoken to Me," that one made me laugh, because it was so true to my own life, "It's Good to Embrace Your Weird Side," absolutely loved this one, "Crash, Funeral For Wayne, Funeral for Joel, Thunder's Funeral, Jenelle's Funeral, Disordered Eating Patterns, The Truth About J., My Younger Brother, M., Policewoman," so related I'm not kidding, "Love," loved it, "A Monster, A Monster Part Two, A Monster Part Three, A Monster Part Four," so how my mind works (all four of those), "If I Die (I might Die Soon)," so surreal for me, "Clearing Things Up", so relate, loved the ending, simplified my soul.