Meteorites

by S. Brook Corfman

A meteorite is a solid piece of debris that has survived its travel through both outer space and the Earth's atmosphere, remaining at least partially intact after impact with the Earth's surface. Like such a remnant, these poems are the sleight of hand outcome of a compressed thought process, an associative, forward moving bodily output. With such a remnant, S. Brook Corfman hopes the poems can tie the daily to experiences that don't seem daily, yet seem to be off in the future: non-binary gender to unpredictable violence, daily life to impending or already-here ecological disaster.

Genres: Poetry

24 pages, Unknown Binding

Published June 1, 2018

Reviews

[Barton Smock · Rating 5 out of 5]

Perhaps I feared they would vanish, the poems in S. Brook Corfman’s Meteorites. Or that I would remember them incorrectly. Or even maybe I feared that I would pretend to lose my memory so as to read them for the first time again, only to misplace the book and be left with my forgetting. All of the above is also none. As in, I fail to pinpoint. As in, location is a failure of becoming. Here is what I half-know: reading these poems will stand you up, and rereading these poems will walk you to where they baptize gravity with birdthings. As one who is so briefly present, and often late to insomnia, I am grateful for the alien commonalities of Corfman’s verse as they survive earthly inquiry and require that one be either awake to humanness or be at peace among predicted creatures. Such work will have our farness abridged.