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Review – Obit

Posted August 22, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 4 Comments

Review – Obit

Obit: Poems

by Victoria Chang

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 123
Rating: three-stars
Synopsis:

After her mother died, poet Victoria Chang refused to write elegies. Rather, she distilled her grief during a feverish two weeks by writing scores of poetic obituaries for all she lost in the world. In Obit, Chang writes of "the way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking." These poems reinvent the form of newspaper obituary to both name what has died ("civility," "language," "the future," "Mother's blue dress") and the cultural impact of death on the living. Whereas elegy attempts to immortalize the dead, an obituary expresses loss, and the love for the dead becomes a conduit for self-expression. In this unflinching and lyrical book, Chang meets her grief and creates a powerful testament for the living.

Victoria Chang’s Obit is — unsurprisingly — all about grief and loss, and not just the moment of someone’s death but also the moments of decline before, and the moments going through and sorting their things after, and many in between. It all circles round the loss of her mother and her father’s stroke (which took away his ability to understand and produce orderly language), casting forward and backward in time to try to make sense of it all.

The prose-poem obits are the strongest part, and I really disliked the layout of the poems in… I think it was part two? Unreadable with the spacing provided (at least in the ebook, but that seemed to be image files of the printed book for those sections, so I don’t think it was ebook formatting messing things up). It didn’t all strike a chord with me, but as I lingered with it and watched Chang reckon with the messy nonsense of grief and the living after, there were definitely parts that stood out, like this bit:

 When I told my children, the three of us hugged in a circle, burst into tears. As if the tears were already there crying on their own and we, the newly bereaved, exploded into them.

Overall, not a personal favourite, but an interesting collection and one I enjoyed.

Rating: 3/5 (“liked it”)

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Review – If All the World and Love Were Young

Posted August 16, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 2 Comments

Review – If All the World and Love Were Young

If All the World and Love Were Young

by Stephen Sexton

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 115
Rating: three-stars
Synopsis:

When Stephen Sexton was young, video games were a way to slip through the looking glass; to be in two places at once; to be two people at once. In these poems about the death of his mother, this moving, otherworldly narrative takes us through the levels of Super Mario World, whose flowered landscapes bleed into our world, and ours, strange with loss, bleed into it. His remarkable debut is a daring exploration of memory, grief and the necessity of the unreal.


I wasn’t sure what to expect from Stephen Sexton’s If All the World and Love Were Young, knowing it was based around classic video games, and I felt a bit iffy when I first plunged in at the lack of punctuation. A few commas really wouldn’t go amiss… but as I read on, something grabbed me anyway.

The whole collection is basically haunted by his mother’s cancer, the first attempts at treating it, and her eventual death, and I found that a sense of sleeplessness, dread and grief filtered through, even though I didn’t follow some of the poems, even though some of them just seemed weird. Little bits and pieces caught at me, like this one:

 I take the Orpheus route from world up into another
via footholds and fissures and bone dry mouths in the sheer rock’s face
into the brightly-lit waiting room and something like wakefulness.

Overall, there weren’t a lot of individual poems I loved, but something about the collection as a whole got to me.

Rating: 3/5 (“liked it”)

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Review – Ambush at Still Lake

Posted August 9, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Ambush at Still Lake

Ambush at Still Lake

by Caroline Bird

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

Caroline Bird's new poems show us the ambush of real life that occurs in the stillness after the happy ending. This is a collection about marriage, lesbian parenthood, addiction and recovery in which a recurring dream is playing out: a world where mums impale themselves on pogo-sticks, serial killers rattle around in basements, baby monitors are haunted by someone else's baby and, through it all, love stays and stays like a stationary rollercoaster that turns out to be the scariest, most thrilling ride in the amusement park.

I admit to mostly picking up Caroline Bird’s Ambush at Still Lake for the pulpy cover, when browsing the National Poetry Library’s collection via random tags. Her editor’s reaction does sum things up pretty well:  “It is bleak, repellent and hilarious in an American Psycho-ish way. Hectic and vivid.”

I wasn’t a huge fan overall, though I recognised the poems as well written and well structured. Some of the ideas behind them are clever, a little amusing, but I just didn’t enjoy the grotesquerie of some of them, like the woman swallowing her kid’s toys and the descriptions of all that…

Not a collection for me, but I still find the pulpy cover amusing, and there were a few poems that did speak to me.

Rating: 2/5 (“it was okay”)

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Review – Winter Hours

Posted August 3, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 2 Comments

Review – Winter Hours

Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems and Poems

by Mary Oliver

Genres: Non-fiction, Poetry
Pages: 109
Rating: two-stars
Synopsis:

From the winner of the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award, her most personal book yet "What good company Mary Oliver is!" the Los Angeles Times has remarked. And never more so than in this extraordinary and engaging gathering of nine essays, accompanied by a brief selection of new prose poems and poems. (One of the essays has been chosen as among the best of the year by THE BEST AMERICAN ESSAYS 1998, another by The Anchor Essay Annual.) With the grace and precision that have won her legions of admirers, Oliver talks here of turtle eggs and housebuilding, of her surprise at an unexpected whistling she hears, of the "thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else." She talks of her own poems and of some of her favorite poets: Poe, writing of "our inescapable destiny," Frost and his ability to convey at once that "everything is all right, and everything is not all right," the "unmistakably joyful" Hopkins, and Whitman, seeking through his poetry "the replication of a miracle." And Oliver offers us a glimpse as well of her "private and natural self—something that must in the future be taken into consideration by any who would claim to know me."

After reading a couple of her poetry collections, I was keen to read anything else by Mary Oliver, so I picked up Winter Hours, which is composed of essays and prose poems. It’s a bit of a mixed bag, really; things don’t entirely fit together, though the strength of her writing skill and something of her attitude to the world comes across in each.

Distractingly, though, I can’t tell whether the essay on Edgar Allan Poe is intended to be a serious piece of consideration of his life and work. It seems like it, but then she… makes up something that I’ve absolutely never heard of and can find no reference to anywhere, suggesting that the name “Egaeus” (which she spells “Agaeus”) is close to the word “aegis”, which she defines as a sick note in English schools (in the present tense). That isn’t how you spell the name and that term is not a thing: definitely not in the present, and I can find no evidence that it ever was.

It was weirdly discombobulating and left me feeling out of kilter with the whole book. So… beautifully written, but I’m not sure how seriously to take any of it, and that really changed my enjoyment of it.

Rating: 2/5 (“it was okay”)

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Review – First Rain in Paradise

Posted July 26, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – First Rain in Paradise

First Rain in Paradise

by Gwyneth Lewis

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 96
Rating: one-star
Synopsis:

First Rain in Paradise is a book about falling. Gwyneth Lewis's highly inventive poems trace an interior landscape carved out by the trauma of childhood emotional abuse through subsequent chronic ill health and towards a hard-won resurrection.

These accounts of living in and emerging from the dark wrestle with the angel of language. Suffering does not preclude humour and may, in fact, require it, in poems written from the shadows but committed to the light. This work refuses to keep pain a secret. Shame is a lurking presence.

Gwyneth Lewis has won wide acclaim for her versatile and varied writing across genres, most notably in her award-winning poetry in both English and Welsh. This book shows a deepening of her technical, imaginative and intellectual resources which are challenged and exercised to the full. The poems map uneasy terrains with realism and - most importantly - with joy.

I was very curious about Gwyneth Lewis’ First Rain in Paradise; I’m very interested in Welsh literature in English, and the fact that Lewis writes in both Welsh and English was also a draw. Unfortunately, I didn’t enjoy this collection at all, especially since the opening is poem is (on the surface) all about spiders and they recur as an image in several poems. Nooot ideal for me, ahaha.

But just beyond that surface level of using the spider imagery, I didn’t really find myself enjoying the style or choice of words, and the poems didn’t seem to sink in and hook me. I didn’t find anything I wanted to save to quote for the review, even, which I try to do.

Not a collection for me, alas, though I might try something else by Lewis if the National Poetry Library has another volume, just to see if the spiders threw me off.

Rating: 1/5 (“didn’t like it”)

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Review – Afonydd

Posted July 20, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 4 Comments

Review – Afonydd

Afonydd: Poems for Welsh Rivers / Cerddi Afonydd Cymru

by Sian Northey (editor), Ness Owen (editor)

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 111
Rating: five-stars
Synopsis:

Lleisiau hanner cant o feirdd yn llifo gydag afonydd Cymru. Pob cerdd yn Gymraeg a Saesneg, wedi'i chyfieithu o'r naill iaith i'r llall.

Fifty Welsh poets speak for and with the rivers of Wales. Every poem translated Welsh to English, English to Welsh.

I really loved Afonydd. It’s a great idea for a collection, put together by Sian Northey and Ness Owen, and bringing together various Welsh (and at least one ?English) voices to write about the rivers of Wales. Each poem is presented both in Welsh and English: whichever language the poet wrote in, it’s been translated to the other. The introduction, contents, everything is all in both languages.

The dragon has two tongues, indeed; Northey and Owen have been very sensitive to that, and I think it’s a really well-done project, even before we get to the poems.

I didn’t love all of the poems, as expected in an anthology, but I did love a lot of them, and I loved sounding out the Welsh (even though I don’t understand it) and just revelling in what is, in almost all the poems, a deep love for Wales. It’s probably a good thing that when I read it I knew I’d be visiting Wales for at least a couple of days within just over a month, or I think I’d probably have cried.

It’s quite hard to find this book on StoryGraph: typing the title gets you 25 other results first, and you have to add the editors’ names to get it to come up — with books like Rick Remender’s Deadly Class vol 11: A Fond Farewell coming up before the actual book with the exact title Afonydd. There are, as I understand it, no plans to remedy that bug in the search, beyond telling me to put Welsh as a language I read in (which adds insult to injury, naturally; I don’t speak Welsh, because English imperialism was and is a whole thing — and anyway, the edition I was looking for is listed as English on the site).

So if this book tickles your fancy at all, I’ll note that it’s available on Kobo Plus and is in the National Poetry Library’s collection, and has my recommendation, and that it might be nice to make it a little bit more discoverable.

Rating: 5/5 (“loved it”)

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Review – Night Sky with Exit Wounds

Posted July 4, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 4 Comments

Review – Night Sky with Exit Wounds

Night Sky with Exit Wounds

by Ocean Vuong

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 89
Rating: two-stars
Synopsis:

An extraordinary debut from a young Vietnamese American, Night Sky with Exit Wounds is a book of poetry unlike any other.

Steeped in war and cultural upheaval and wielding a fresh new language, Vuong writes about the most profound subjects – love and loss, conflict, grief, memory and desire – and attends to them all with lines that feel newly-minted, graceful in their cadences, passionate and hungry in their tender, close attention: ‘…the chief of police/facedown in a pool of Coca-Cola./A palm-sized photo of his father soaking/beside his left ear.’ This is an unusual, important book: both gentle and visceral, vulnerable and assured, and its blend of humanity and power make it one of the best first collections of poetry to come out of America in years.

Ocean Vuong’s Night Sky with Exit Wounds is a rare book of poetry I’ve actually heard about/seen around elsewhere, rather than stumbling across. I’ve heard it might work a bit better if you’ve read Vuong’s other work, but I haven’t, so I came to this cold.

And… left it pretty cold, unfortunately; there are some amazing images, some sharp sentences, but the overall effect just… didn’t quite come off for me. Some of the poems felt scattered, disjointed, and not necessarily intentionally so: I just couldn’t follow the train of thought, or in a couple of cases, simply didn’t care to.

Some beautiful language, that can’t be denied, but not my thing stylistically.

Rating: 2/5 (“it was okay”)

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Review – Parallax

Posted June 25, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Parallax

Parallax

by Sinéad Morrissey

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

Capturing David Niven on a magical marble escalator to heaven in 1946, recording L. S. Lowry’s studio after his death, and peering into the illicit worlds of the Victorian Mutoscope, these poems document what is caught, and what is lost, when houses and cityscapes, servants and saboteurs are arrested in time by photography. Assured and unsettling, Sinéad Morrissey’s poems explore the paradoxes in what is seen, read, and misread in the surfaces of the presented world.

Winner of the T. S. Eliot Prize for Poetry 2013

I thought that Sinéad Morrissey’s Parallax was technically good — several moments of “ah, I see what you did there” or “that’s interesting”, but it didn’t really sink in for me somehow? I didn’t feel any hook in the gut or particular connection with the poems, even the ones that felt quite personal (though some of these were not autobiographical, to be clear: Morrissey tries on a few different voices, but that sort of thing can still feel personal!).

It was all… fine… but I didn’t pick out anything I particularly wanted to quote or save. I guess Sinéad Morrissey’s poetry isn’t quite for me, even though I found it technically good and accessible enough to read.

I’d maybe try something else by Morrissey in future, but I wouldn’t go out of my way.

Rating: 2/5 (“it was okay”)

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Review – In the Hollow of the Wave

Posted June 18, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – In the Hollow of the Wave

In the Hollow of the Wave

by Nina Mingya Powles

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

In the Hollow of the Wave, the second collection by Nina Mingya Powles examines orientalism, art and artmaking in a time of ecological crisis. Engaging with the work of artists such as Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, Yayoi Kusama, Etel Adnan and the fashion designer Guo Pei, these poems rework the notion of ekphrasis into something elemental and tactile, shaped by memory and landscapes of the body.

Nina Mingya Powles’ In the Hollow of the Wave is a bit of a multimedia collection, mixing poems with images of various bits of craftwork and images with words pasted onto them (a bit reminiscent of times of A Softer World, if anyone but me remembers that!). There are some interesting poem formats too.

I found it readable and there were some that stuck with me — the one about her grandfather(?) making quilts for her and her cousins was lovely. I didn’t get along with all of it, as ever with poetry (picky, I am, I know), especially some of the more experimental ones… but I’m glad I gave it a shot, and I am still left with the image of the retired biologist, making his grandchildren quilts. It seems like a lovely warm memory.

I wouldn’t mind trying other poetry by Nina Mingya Powles, either way.

Rating: 3/5 (“liked it”)

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Review – A Dress of Locusts

Posted June 8, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – A Dress of Locusts

A Dress of Locusts

by Safa Khatib

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 64
Rating: one-star
Synopsis:

Woven from threads of Aramaic, Spanish, Ancient Greek, Sumerian and Arabic, A Dress of Locusts is an unforgettable song cycle in which the living and dead sing back and forth to one another. Here, Safa Khatib journeys across the possibilities of language and self, asking us to dwell in the thresholds between the 'old' and the 'new'.

There are some very striking images and strongly expressed scenes in Safa Khatib’s A Dress of Locusts (including the image that gives the title!), and I’m kind of sad I don’t like it more. The poems are very readable and easy to follow (except for one or two where I found the layout slightly annoying), but I didn’t really find my way in.

A large part of that is the sexual content of the poems. I wouldn’t generally consider myself prudish at all, and of course sex has a place in poetry, but the way sex is treated in these poems — I don’t know. Each time it stuck out and felt like a surprise, an inclusion designed to shock and disrupt, and it didn’t work well for me.

Maybe reading it unprepared as a random choice from the National Poetry Library was part of it; sometimes I think poetry can benefit from a little context. That said, I don’t think it would ever have quite worked for me, though as ever I’m really glad to be able to explore poets I’ve never read before and broaden my frame of reference. I don’t regret reading it, even if I didn’t enjoy it.

Rating: 1/5 (“didn’t like it”)

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