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Review – An Interesting Detail

Posted May 28, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – An Interesting Detail

An Interesting Detail

by Kimberly Campanello

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 80
Rating: one-star
Synopsis:

An important and timely collection spanning time and space, pain and power, from an innovative poetic voice

The poems in An Interesting Detail confront our shared, layered past (both planetary and human) and its knotty relationship to the present, stretching from today to prehistory, in a voice that is knowing and yearning, sincere and sardonic, and at times defiant. Campanello's prose poems, brief lyric outbursts, and poetic sequences ludically navigate catastrophe and sweep us up in the minutiae of everyday life, which includes pain and illness, machinations of power and moments of suspended connection.

Kimberly Campanello’s An Interesting Detail was a random choice from the National Poetry Library’s catalogue, which I’m using to help me try out new poets and broaden my horizons a bit.

The collection is mostly made up of prose poetry, and unfortunately I’m not a fan of the style at all: there are some interesting images, linked by non-sequiturs, and I found that deeply frustrating. It felt disjointed for the sake of being disjointed, unintelligible for the sake of being unintelligible, and I just couldn’t get into it — in theory, I like prose poems (and have always liked writing them), but these just felt like they went nowhere.

As ever, since this is poetry, it could be a defect on my part — failing to understand the poet, or what the poem in question was trying to do. Still, not my thing.

Rating: 1/5 (“didn’t like it”)

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Review – The Black Flamingo

Posted May 22, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 2 Comments

Review – The Black Flamingo

The Black Flamingo

by Dean Atta

Genres: Verse Novel, Poetry, Young Adult
Pages: 416
Rating: three-stars
Synopsis:

Michael is a mixed-race gay teen growing up in London. All his life, he's navigated what it means to be Greek-Cypriot and Jamaican--but never quite feeling Greek or Black enough.

As he gets older, Michael's coming out is only the start of learning who he is and where he fits in. When he discovers the Drag Society, he finally finds where he belongs--and the Black Flamingo is born.

Told with raw honesty, insight, and lyricism, this debut explores the layers of identity that make us who we are--and allow us to shine.

I’m not a big one for YA or for verse novels, in general, but I decided to give Dean Atta’s The Black Flamingo a try after discussing verse novels semi-recently on my blog as part of the Let’s Talk Bookish discussion linkup. I remember hearing a lot about it when it first came out, because it’s basically a British queer coming of age story informed by the author’s Jamaican and Greek Cypriot descent.

The verse part… I’m kinda shrug about it as poetry, in and of itself, but it works well to distill the story down to key moments and feelings, rather than lingering on details that ultimately don’t matter. It makes the coming of age themes and the teenage messiness a lot more palatable for someone who remembers being a teen and had quite enough of it, thank you: it condenses everything down and only lingers on what’s really meaningful.

As an evocation of black/mixed (this is the term the character uses, to be clear) identity, and of growing into queerness and experimenting with drag as a way of learning to really break out and express all that, it works well. The character’s path to that point makes a lot of sense, you can feel the emotional arc toward it, and the confused/confusing emotions and thoughts come across well through the verse format.

Overall, it’s still not my thing exactly, but I’m glad I gave it the time and enjoyed it, and would definitely recommend it more to those interested in YA and verse novels.

Rating: 3/5 (“liked it”)

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Review – Somewhere There Is A Sky For Us

Posted May 15, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Somewhere There Is A Sky For Us

Somewhere There Is A Sky For Us

by Joelle Taylor (editor)

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 170
Rating: two-stars
Synopsis:

This anthology gathers the many voices and textures of Language is a Queer Thing, a 3-year long poetic dialogue between queer voices from India and the UK, unfolding over three years of exchange, residencies and performance.

These poems are prayers, protests, lullabies, warnings, duets, sonatas and satires.

Somewhere There Is A Sky For Us is the product of a three-year project involving queer poets from India and the UK sharing their work, doing residencies and exchanges, etc. It’s an interesting spread of poems, and often plays with form (sometimes a bit difficult to read in print form, since they’ve turned it sideways on the page so you have to turn the book). It’s mostly in English, but other languages are mixed in here and there.

Overall it wasn’t quite my thing — I think I’m more of a traditionalist about poetry at times, and don’t love ones that play with shapes on the page or go very abstract. There’s a few prose-poems, which I can enjoy, but didn’t really stand out to me.

As ever, there are a few images and lines that stand out, and I’m glad I gave it a shot! Just not my personal cup of tea. Which is perhaps an unfair figure of speech, as I’ve never met a cup of tea I liked; rest assured that I didn’t read this expecting not to like it, as it’s a pretty cool sounding project.

Rating: 2/5 (“it was okay”)

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Review – Felicity

Posted May 7, 2026 by Nicky in Uncategorized / 2 Comments

Review – Felicity

Felicity

by Mary Oliver

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 96
Rating: five-stars
Synopsis:

Mary Oliver, winner of the Pulitzer Prize, celebrates love in her new collection of poems.

If I have any secret stash of poems, anywhere, it might be about love, not anger, Mary Oliver once said in an interview. Finally, in her stunning new collection, Felicity, we can immerse ourselves in Oliver's love poems. Here, great happiness abounds. Our most delicate chronicler of physical landscape, Oliver has described her work as loving the world. With Felicity she examines what it means to love another person. She opens our eyes again to the territory within our own hearts; to the wild and to the quiet. In these poems, she describes--with joy--the strangeness and wonder of human connection. As in Blue Horses, Dog Songs, and A Thousand Mornings, with Felicity Oliver honors love, life, and beauty.

Mary Oliver’s poetry is gorgeous. This was the first of her collections I’d read, though I’d undoubtedly come across her poems before, and I loved how readable and accessible it feels — she isn’t trying to mystify, and her poems share her joy in the world, sometimes even in moments that someone else could make into a tragedy.

It’s actually hard to pick favourites, but here’s one in its entirety that I loved, ‘Everything That Was Broken’:

Everything that was broken has
forgotten it’s brokenness. I live
now in a sky-house, through every
window the sun. Also your presence.
Our touching, our stories. Earthy
and holy both. How can this be, but
it is. Every day has something in
it whose name is Forever.

Definitely a poet I want to read more of.

Rating: 5/5 (“loved it”)

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Review – Blue Horses

Posted April 22, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 2 Comments

Review – Blue Horses

Blue Horses

by Mary Oliver

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 83
Rating: five-stars
Synopsis:

Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually. Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside each of us. In this stunning collection, Mary Oliver returns to the imagery that has defined her life's work. Herons, sparrows, owls and kingfishers flit across the page in meditations on love, artistry and impermanence. Whether considering a bird's nest, the seeming patience of oak trees or the paintings of Franz Marc, Mary Oliver reminds us of the transformative power of attention and how much can be contained within the smallest moments. Blue Horses asks what it truly means to belong to this world and to live in it attuned to all its changes. 'To be human,' she shows us, 'is to sing your own song'.

Mary Oliver’s work is definitely a proof that poetry doesn’t have to be impenetrable — there’s something very open and airy about her work, something that invites you in, and she seemed to take such joy in the world and to have had a curiosity about everything.

Here’s the end of one poem that stuck with me:

I’ll just leave you with this.
I don’t care how many angels can
dance on the head of a pin. It’s
enough to know that for some people
they exist, and that they dance.

Definitely going to read more of her collections; kind of wish I’d picked up one or two more at the same time during my trip to Gay’s the Word!

Rating: 5/5 (“loved it”)

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Review – milk and honey

Posted April 15, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 2 Comments

Review – milk and honey

milk and honey

by Rupi Kaur

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 204
Rating: two-stars
Synopsis:

milk and honey is a collection of poetry and prose about survival. About the experience of violence, abuse, love, loss, and femininity. It is split into four chapters, and each chapter serves a different purpose. Deals with a different pain. Heals a different heartache.

milk and honey takes readers through a journey of the most bitter moments in life and finds sweetness in them because there is sweetness everywhere if you are just willing to look.

I ended up picking up Rupi Kaur’s milk and honey collection because Let’s Talk Bookish will be discussing “instapoetry” (Instagram poetry) on Friday, and I hadn’t knowingly read any, so I figured I’d try one of the famous ones and see what I think.

I get that people look down on Instapoetry and similar so I want to be clear, I don’t dislike it because it’s instapoetry — actually, I think that’s kinda cool, in that it makes poetry accessible to different people, and it’s written and enjoyed by people who might not have written or enjoyed poetry in more “traditional” formats.

Personally, I didn’t connect that much with Rupi Kaur’s poetry: it’s certainly easy to read, and I kinda liked the way it was matched with sketches that expressed something about each poem. She does have a way of putting things sometimes that puts something stark and horrible out there (particularly in the early section where sexual assault is a major theme) in a way that’s very clear and just… encapsulates a dreadful moment. For the most part, though, I didn’t find her poetry really got to me: it tends to the simple, clear, freeform style, and in a way it sometimes just feels like reading her disjointed thoughts — which is not my thing, much as it’s a valid way of self-expression and of playing with words even when those aren’t your actual thoughts (important not to assume the two are always the same).

Overall, not for me, though I understand the appeal.

Rating: 2/5 (“it was okay”)

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Review – Part of a Story that Started Before Me

Posted April 7, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Part of a Story that Started Before Me

Part of a Story that Started Before Me

by George the Poet (editor)

Genres: History, Non-fiction, Poetry
Pages: 272
Rating: three-stars
Synopsis:

Part of a Story That Started Before Me is an extraordinary new collection of poems chosen by acclaimed spoken-word performer and social commentator George the Poet.

Taking readers on a thought-provoking poetical journey through Black British history, the anthology brings together some of the most exciting wordsmiths from across the diaspora and fascinating era-by-era notes from historian Dr Christienna Fryar.

From Africans in Roman Britannia to the first Black actor to play Othello on stage, from Malcolm X's visit to the West Midlands to highlighting an organizer of the UK's first Gay Pride, this important collection reveals unsun people and events from our past to recognize the intrinsic impact they've had on Britain today.

Part of a Story that Started Before Me (edited by George the Poet) is a collection of poems about Black British History, reflecting on historical figures and moments in verse, and also providing short introductions to the position of Black people in those periods for almost all of them — there’s just one section without, for some reason.

The majority of the poems are in the most modern sections, despite the premise; there’s just a handful for most historical periods before WWII. The poems themselves aren’t dated, though a few are definitely a touch older (like the Derek Walcott and Grace Nichols ones); I don’t know if any were prompted/commissioned specifically for this volume.

I wasn’t a huge fan of most of the poems, though that’s almost immaterial since here they’re doing their job of reflecting on history. (Plus, gotta note that a couple did stand out, in a couple of cases because they had such a great rhythm and sense of sound that you almost couldn’t help but hear them.) I personally wouldn’t choose it as a poetry collection, but it was worth the read, including for the historical and editorial context provided.

Rating: 3/5 (“liked it”)

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Review – Southernmost: Sonnets

Posted April 2, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Southernmost: Sonnets

Southernmost: Sonnets

by Leo Boix

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 144
Rating: one-star
Synopsis:

Unearthing an old grief, the poet embarks on a glittering, encyclopaedic exploration of his own past and the Latin America he left behind- a continent haunted by the Europeans who once fixed their telescopes on its shores.

Southernmost reveals truths hidden in plain sight- colonialism's violent legacies; dissidents disappeared by the junta; a young mother's mysterious decline; the clarifying sexuality of a boy whose father can't bear to acknowledge it. At the same time, it tells a story - as sonnets have often done - about love, through Boix's intimate and original evocation of gay marriage. Restlessly intelligent, intoxicated by Latin America's landscapes and rich folklore, this virtuosic net of sonnets offers a glimpse of our world's interconnecting threads.

Leo Boix’s Southernmost: Sonnets is rather autobiographical, with poems focusing on religion, the death of his mother, and queerness (often in a very religious context). Almost all of the poems are sonnets, though there were a few that took other elements where I didn’t count the lines.

I found that the sonnet form felt really forced, and the rhymes felt a bit forced — “obvious” in the sense of being obtrusive, inelegant, not quite the right word. A really good sonnet often makes me forget about the rhyme scheme and makes it all somehow natural, but I was really aware of the intent to write a sonnet.

Combined with the subject matter, it wasn’t really my thing: poetry is very often personal, but I often like stuff that feels like it speaks to something deeper, and I didn’t get that feeling a lot here — the level of detail is so high, so specific, the poems just belong to Boix. Which is fair enough! But not my cup of tea.

I feel bad about rating such a thing so low, so a reminder: it’s always about my level of enjoyment, and not about quality, since I’m writing as a reader and explicitly rating on enjoyment. How I respond to the craft is a part of my enjoyment, but nonetheless craft doesn’t account for all of my rating.

Rating: 1/5 (“didn’t like it”)

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Review – A History of England in 25 Poems

Posted March 29, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 2 Comments

Review – A History of England in 25 Poems

A History of England in 25 Poems

by Catherine Clarke

Genres: History, Non-fiction, Poetry
Pages: 400
Rating: five-stars
Synopsis:

This is the history of England told in a new way: glimpsed through twenty-five remarkable poems written down between the eighth century and today, which connect us directly with the nation’s past, and the experiences, emotions and imaginations of those who lived it.

These poems open windows onto wildly different worlds – from the public to the intimate, from the witty to the savage, from the playful to the wistful. They take us onto battlefields, inside royal courts, down coal mines and below stairs in great houses. Their creators, witnesses to events from the Great Fire of London to the Miners’ Strike, range from the famous to the forgotten, yet each invites us into an immersive encounter with their own time.

A History of England in 25 Poems is a portal to the past; a constant companion, filled with vivid voices and surprising stories alongside familiar landmarks, and language that speaks in new ways on each reading. Catherine Clarke’s knowledge and passion take us inside the words and the moments they capture, with thoughtful insights, humour and new perspectives on how the nation has dreamed itself into existence – and who gets to tell England’s story.

Picking up Catherine Clarke’s A History of England in 25 Poems, I was interested but wary. I do love this kind of format for histories, because I think things like poems or fashions or household items and so on can all tell us an astonishing amount about the moments they were made and read, used, etc. But at the same time, “England” and “Englishness” is a bit of a tense concept: witness the English flags being tied to lamp posts and the varied reactions to them, the tensions around how to define Englishness and who belongs in England and — of course, inescapably for me — the tensions between England and other countries it’s ruled, subjugated, etc.

And Clarke handles this well, I think! She explicitly states that it is not a history of Britain, and occasionally calls out the tendency to conflate England with Britain as a geographical or political entity. She discusses the tensions between the Irish/Welsh/Scottish and England, and discusses that in terms of colonialism, because those countries were England’s first colonies. It’s surprisingly rare for someone to recognise that, especially for someone to recognise not just Ireland and Scotland’s issues with England but also the issues for Wales, and I appreciated it a lot. The book feels a bit less strong on the issues between England and the wider world, though it does discuss immigration, Windrush and the Partition of British India towards the end of the book.

The choices of poem are good: not just the canon (though at times it is, or canon-adjacent), and not just higher class voices or male voices. I learned about Mary Leapor, for example, a servant who wrote poetry that was essentially a parody of higher class “country house” poetry, in the same style but about life below-stairs. The poems aren’t all selected for artistic beauty or anything, which is important to know, and it isn’t a history of English poetry (some of the poets aren’t English) — it is a history (non-exhaustive) among many possible histories.

All in all, I would’ve preferred numbered footnotes, and perhaps a little more about the issues of England and colonialism, but I thought the 25 poems chosen did look through some interesting windows at snippets of history, some of which I didn’t already know well. I felt like I learned things, and had a good time; certainly I paused several times to write about the book enthusiastically on Litsy, and looked forward to reading more each time I put it down.

Rating: 5/5 (“loved it”)

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Review – Black Cat Bone

Posted March 28, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Black Cat Bone

Black Cat Bone

by John Burnside

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 69
Rating: two-stars
Synopsis:

John Burnside's remarkable new book is full of strange, unnerving poems that hang in the memory like a myth or a song. These are poems of thwarted love and disappointment, of raw desire, of the stalking beast, 'eye-teeth/and muzzle/coated with blood'; poems that recognise 'we have too much to gain from the gods, and this is why/they fail to love us'; poems that tell of an obsessive lover coming to grief in a sequence that echoes the old murder ballads, or of a hunter losing himself in the woods while pursuing an unknown and possibly unknowable quarry. Drawing on sources as various as the paintings of Pieter Brueghel and the lyrics of Delta blues, Black Cat Bone examines varieties of love, faith, hope and illusion, to suggest an unusual possibility: that when the search for what we expected to find--in the forest or in our own hearts--ends in failure, we can now begin the hard and disciplined quest for what is actually there. Full of risk and wonder, Black Cat Bone shows the range of Burnside's abilities, but also strikes out for new territories. He remains consistently, though, one of our finest living lyric poets and each of these astonishing poems is as clear and memorable as 'a silver bracelet/falling for days/through an inch and a half/of ice'.

John Burnside’s Black Cat Bone wasn’t for me. It’s hard to put my finger on what didn’t work for me in these poems exactly — there were a few snippets and phrases I liked, like “And I wake, in the cage of my bones, / on the same cold ground” (from ‘Bird Nest Bound’, I think)… but somehow most of it didn’t grab me, though the first poem (which is quite long) made me think I might enjoy it.

Other reviews and descriptions are correct about the wintery feel and the nature imagery, but I guess it didn’t properly strike a chord with me; I think for the most part I just didn’t quite like the choice of words, like each one was subtly off.

Sometimes poetry is like that for me; ah well. You win some, you lose some. It was worth a try.

Rating: 2/5 (“it was okay”)

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