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Review: Troy, Michigan & Don’t Go Back To Sleep
Books by WENDY S. WALTERS and TIMOTHY LIU
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J. Mae Barizo reviews two poetry collections: Troy, Michigan by Wendy S. Walters and Don’t Go Back to Sleep by Timothy Liu.
TROY, MICHIGAN
Wendy S. Walter’s Troy, Michigan chronicles municipal and personal history in this elliptically elegant collection of sonnets. This book swivels gracefully through eras in the city of the title, alluding to its mythic namesake while divulging the narrator’s observations on industry, race, and the tug of the natural world. Walters spent 15 years of her childhood in Troy, which is in close proximity of Lake Huron and Lake Erie; her father worked for General Motors.
November 2014 Poetry Feature
This month, we’re pleased to offer seven new poems by several returning and new contributors.
Epithalamion, Memorial Day
Forecasts say prepare for rain, so you will—
will keep at the ready tarp and cord, tents
and candles. And you will drink to the gulls
circling and the May sun high above rocks
Pareidolia
When the new year came with whole flocks of doves
and jackdaws falling dead upon the fields,
landfills and roofs blackened with wings; the lakes
silvered with drumfish, their bellies bloated,
Hiking South Mountain
Arid stick of trail, waving ocotillo: O mottled cactus branch pointing beyond the pictographs of water sources—
Dear 2Pac
I begin with Byron & Tennyson
& watch my students bury
their heads on desks; they rest
easier than the deceased. Dear 2PAC,
Shy Mother
You wear those shoes like a shy mother.
You are a shy mother.
Mother, it’s snobbish nonsense;
all these chanson tramps
just prance prance prance about town
Orderly Squads of Flowers in the Chaos of Existence
Night-drunk bees s(t)unned on October’s panes,
Their dried husks in the windshield of a late-night thought,
Home is just a breadth of road away.
Each limousine the pinwheel of a funeral.
50% cuts in the U.S. nuclear arsenal.
The night nurse easing your thin bottom
What But Dignity in the Vigil
The night nurse quibbling with the old GP:
The lobbied family becalmed around
Everything morphined: They more or less agree