In this debut collection, Anna Journey invites the reader into her peculiar, noir universe nourished with sex and mortality. Her poems are haunted by demons, ghosts, and even the living who wander exotic landscapes that appear at once threatening and seductive. In these poems, her sly speaker renames a pink hibiscus on display at Lowe's, "Lucifer's Panties"; another character chants, "I'd fall devil / over heels over edge over oleander"; and one woman writes a letter to the underworld:
Dear black bayou, once, by a river
I bit a man's neck. His scent: the raw
teak air husked inside...
In this debut collection, Anna Journey invites the reader into her peculiar, noir universe nourished with sex and mortality. Her poems are haunted ...
"Anna Journey's poetry is really magical."-David Lynch, director of Blue Velvet and creator of Twin Peaks "Anna Journey's second collection of poems is wonderful and brings something precise and wild out of a vivid night, an imagery that finds its own necessary music, like sudden isolated birdsongs at dawn. The multiplying shadows of the mind are made exterior here, surprisingly illustrated with anecdotal thought. And Dante no longer concludes that all lovers are martyrs. I'm so happy to have this work in my life."-Norman Dubie, author of The Volcano "Anna Journey, in her new book of poems,...
"Anna Journey's poetry is really magical."-David Lynch, director of Blue Velvet and creator of Twin Peaks "Anna Journey's second collection of poems i...
