Book Review: Superpowers or: More Poems About Flying

superpowersI met Marian Kent through Write on Edge. To be perfectly honest, I bought her book because I thought the cover looked pretty and I wanted to support a friend. I wrote a lot of poetry in college (because DRAMA makes for great poetry…) but haven’t really gotten back into it since then. I’m not really one to pick up a book of poetry to read. It’s just not who I am as a reader.

Now, I really enjoyed Marian’s Superpowers or: More Poems About Flying. It took me a few poems to get into it. I have to read poetry aloud to get the full experience of it. Reading it in my head, like I read novels, just lets the words flow past me and I usually miss the big picture.

So there I stood, stirring the spaghetti and reading poetry aloud in the kitchen. I read it aloud as I switched the clothes from the washer to the dryer. I recited poetry in the living room, sprawled out on the couch. And soaking my aching back in the warm bathtub.

I love Marian’s words. I love the simplicity of some of the poems. They are snapshots of her day, her life, her experiences. They are ordinary and extraordinary at the same time. I think what really gets me is the ones that feel like short little journal entries. Something happened in her day, she wrote a poem about it and perfectly captured that tiny moment of a larger life.

Not only do I not read poetry very much, but I’m not very good at writing about it either. I decided I would share one of my favorites and then just tell you that Superpowers is definitely worth a read.

Hushed

Watch over me,
crescent Moon.
Venus and Jupiter,
please stand guard
as I whisper dark truths;
I’m not good enough.

But you are.

To read more wonderful words from Marian, you can check out her blog, runaway sentence.

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2 comments on “Book Review: Superpowers or: More Poems About Flying”

  1. Marian

    oh! i’m so glad you enjoyed it, Roxanne. thank you so much for your very kind words.

  2. Cameron

    I am savoring this book slowly, which is irritating for the purposes of a timely review, but such a pleasure as a devourer of words. I love when my friends collide!

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