#sorrow arrow

[tinyghosthands]

Emily Kendal Frey, from Sorrow Arrow

[bostonpoetryslam]

Her love used to be a horse You kept your back to the field Then one day you turned Folded the flaps A mountain rose like a lung in the distance

Emily Kendal Frey, from Sorrow Arrow

[bostonpoetryslam]

When I kissed the bundle Of your mouth Nothing came to the surface That's how god works Perched on your shoulder like a limp bird

Emily Kendal Frey, from Sorrow Arrow

[soundingsbookreviews]

Sorrow Arrow by Emily Kendal Frey

Poems that capture the way a person can be crumbling inside while talking about the weather. Can experience the cruelty of birds, the erosion of empathy, and the sacred monotony of grocery stores without a change in expression; without anyone noticing.

[kevinsampsellcollages]

Last year I played around with one of my favorite poetry books, Sorrow Arrow by Emily Kendal Frey, and I added images to the fantastic cover (by artist Treasure Frey). See the various covers and read more about it on my blog (click the image). This book is so good it won the Oregon Book Award for Poetry recently.

[iamthetulip]

The trees gnarl as you sleep Orgasmic detritus The woods become men You wake to her face

-Emily Kendal Frey, from Sorrow Arrow

[iamthetulip]

You allow the god bird to gift you You let the bird set fire, wetly flaming

-Emily Kendal Frey, from Sorrow Arrow

[iamthetulip]

When I kissed the bundle Of your mouth Nothing came to surface That's how god works Perched on your shoulder like a limp bird

-Emily Kendal Frey, from Sorrow Arrow