The Blood Poems is one part bloodletting, one part healing, and one part sensuous celebration as Jessica Helen Lopez lays out what it means to be a strong brown woman, a single mother, and the kickass bard that the twenty-first century needs. Lopez openly faces a damaging childhood, sex, divorce, and racial injustice in these poems. She proves that love is as complicated as lovemaking--messy and lusty, raucous and powerful, capable of amazing highs and abysmal lows. She proves that when a woman learns to love herself, she will live a fierce and full life and teach her daughters to do the same.
Blood oranges, boiling blood, black-blue blood, kicking it with death, from anger to no anger, in-between-the-legs freedom, fickle fire. "Blue and lonely as a salty song calling for a shore." This woman writes about life, her life, and life as poetry. She haunts the house of blood. She includes an eight-page poem for a new love, followed by a poem titled: THE LAST POEM I WILL WRITE FOR MY LOVER, a sad lament following the goodbye they shared. I enjoy her poems, her wordplay, and the passion she puts into her writing. I'm a fan. I try to attend most of the events she participates in because I enjoy her poetry in person so much. She is a passionate intelligence that reaches out to connect with people through poetry, and I always come away energized.