Poetry. A foreign native lives attentive to ifs. These poems are bodies walking out news, sound tracers, raw history in civic flesh, theaters of identity and talks in love. Poetry is a foreign native in our plans for language; it makes paradoxes of belonging if. The world of the poem's imagination is like Peirce's cave without walls. Our boundary disks fly out at will, expand.
Beautiful and intellectual, intriguing, tight, intricate, free. There’s space to move around as words enter you in different ways; I felt myself imagining stories that weren’t there after filling in gaps (literal - as they relate to page/ typography, and imagined - as it relates to a conjured image and idea(s) via the word). A talented and gifted writer hard to review, her mind appears to think and talk in poetry and paradox and translation. There is a lot to keep up with, which makes reading or experiencing her poetry all the more fun.