Time Is a Mother

It took a little while for this book to resonate: it's depressing, and feels a bit like getting pushed down again and again without being able to get back up. But after the first section or so, something about these poems does seem to stop time a little, and I got absorbed in the poet's grief over the death of his mother. I never thought a poem that details an Amazon shopping history could make me so emotional!

However, I'm finding more and more that this particular brand of poetry — filled with obscure hurt, little tangible to hold on to — is less enjoyable to me. It's too opaque. But that's just a preference; this is still a lovely collection that beautifully inhibits the world of grief. Just not so much my cup of tea.