This is not a new book, though she has a new one out - Count The Waves which I hope to read soon.
Here is my review of her book Theories of Falling
Sandra Beasley throws a parade in Theories of Falling; a parade to impress us with the many reasons not to love her. The Allergy Girl, wasting away as an infant. Her bloodstream equal to a Fisher Price workbench. The wheezing, rashes, the dangers of a tainted kiss.
Beasley’s book of poetry has a lingering quality that toys with you and requires that you pick it up again and again as if it were the antidote that saves you from something, perhaps boredom. She guarantees you can walk away from going over Niagara Falls if you do it just right. But warns you’ll just die in a poor house.
There is an intimate nature here, an uncovering of truth. As if she slowly peels back layers that we might see beneath the surface of our prescribed reality to find something altogether more real than we imagined. The poems collectively have an affluence of lyricism. The substance, the metaphor all come together nicely. There is nothing more you will want, except more of her work.
As for Beasley’s parade to dissuade our affection, she is indeed wasting the elephants and ticker tape, it isn't working.
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