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Showing posts with label Cetoria Tomberlin. Show all posts
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9.15.2015


Labour of Love, Vol. 35: Winter Bluffs
VARIOUS AUTHORS

Poetry; short prose
44 pages
5 1/8” x 7 5/8” Saddle-stapled, high-gloss, full-color magazine
ISSN 1192-621X
First Edition of ~400
Labour of Love
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Available HERE
Free; donations or Canadian postage appreciated
Review by Cetoria Tomberlin

Brevity is the word that keeps coming to mind as I read through the pages of Labour of Love. For the most part, the journal seems to specialize in short-form poetry. This isn’t a criticism, of course, because it is clearly a deliberate decision on the editor’s part. These pieces are clipped and biting and their intent is to take direct aim at their subject matter.

The cover art is entitled, “Winter Bluffs,” and, like the season itself, invokes a quiet grief for that which is dead or dying. These poems are dealing with things the speakers have either lost or wish to lose, be it another person, pain, anger, or self-respect.

In the poem, “Itch,” by Duncan Armstrong, the speaker details his addiction to another person. The obsessiveness of the speaker’s inability to forget, or at least to move on from, a past relationship is painfully felt. Instead of a resolution, the poem ends with a resignation:

I got that itch
you know the one
that can only be scratched
by your tongue
(p. 27).


One of my favorite pieces within the journal is “That Messiah Moment” by Raymond K. Avery. The poem can be read with or without a sense of humor. Either way, it works. The speaker sets the scene of an audition, heavy religious undertones, that ends with:

The competitors stood before them
Each holding his own wooden cross
While Judas asked the tie-break question
That he knows no one can answer
(p. 33).


The journal also has a lot working for it in terms of appearance. The cover and pages within feature skilled artwork, some photography, some paintings. The text throughout is not positioned uniformly, but is done in a way that adds to the aesthetic, instead of taking away from (no easy feat to accomplish when playing around with page layouts). One point of mystery, however, is the page numbers. They begin like normal, but then stop and appear later, but not in the correct numerical order. I suspect a format editing error, but it really is quite noticeable given the numbers that do make an appearance are at the top center of the pages. There are also no author biographies within the journal, which I would have liked to have seen.

A good number of the poems are dedicated to sound, always a key feature in poetry, I believe. Some actually use a blatant amount of rhyming. At first, I found it a bit jarring to see so many hard-end rhymes, but after reading the journal as a whole, I think their selection was intentional as something rare and unique in a modern journal. I’m not sure if it had the hoped-for effect, but it was different to see in a collection of modern poetry, and it’s good to know that there’s a home for rhyming poems, too, as many journals nowadays won’t print them. Overall, I think the publication is doing some interesting things and would like to see more from them in the future.




Cetoria Tomberlin is a Staff Book Reviewer and a poet and fiction writer who lives in Northwest Georgia. She received her bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing from Berry College. Her work has previously appeared in Fairy Tale Review, NonBinary Review, Southern Women’s Review, The Battered Suitcase, Spires, and online at LADYGUNN and HelloGiggles. She is also a book reviewer for Mixed Diversity Reads.
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6.29.2015


After the Witch Hunt
MEGAN FALLEY

Poetry
120 pages
Perfect-bound trade paperback
Also available in eBook formats
ISBN 978-1935904625
First Edition
Write Bloody Books
Austin, Texas
Available HERE
$15.00
Review by Cetoria Tomberlin

In her debut poetry collection, Megan Falley delivers a large helping of dark humor laced with honesty and, somewhere along the way, love. The collection, After the Witch Hunt, drips with barbs and blood. She makes no bones about calling out past abusers, exes, and patriarchy. No one is safe, least of all the writer herself.

Falley is a seasoned slam poetry competitor, but her poems do not read as long-winded and do not depend on vocalization to carry weight. Her confidence and strength pour from the pages. Her black humor in inescapable throughout the collection. She has perfected the art of laughing when you really want to cry.

The subject matter of Falley’s poems are the things you’d expect a young woman to be concerned about: life, love, loneliness, reality TV, sex, more sex, good sex, but above all: words. The speaker or main character of the poems is, more often than not, a writer, a good one, who offers up tidbits of her herself and allows you to arrange the puzzle pieces however you see fit:

Find a gravestone of someone who shares her name and take her to it. When her door is plastered with an eviction notice, do not offer your home. Say, I Love You, then call her the wrong name. If you really love a writer, bury her in all your awful and watch as she scrawls her way out.
(from “If You Really Love a Writer,” p. 17)

But, Falley doesn’t alienate her non-female reader, either. Her feminist theory thankfully doesn’t involve hating men. Instead, some poems express her explicit love of them, while others express her explicit hate for certain kinds of people, in general (i.e. cheaters), whether male or female:

Best enjoyed without utensil, just claw and gorge.

Prep: As long as it takes.
Cook: Until it does not burn.
Serves: Him. Right.
(from “Adam’s Apple Pie,” p. 25)

The collection is both startling, for its honesty, and haunting, for its honesty. Falley tackles not only abuse and redemption, but also the complicated love of family. She ends the collection with a poignant piece entitled, “God Talks Back,” where the speaker, God, finally gives Megan some feedback, but closes with an explanation about interpretations that you can apply to prayers or poems, or life:

Do you remember The Game of Telephone?
How a chain of girls would pass around one whisper
and by the time it returned to you, your secret was no longer
your own? That’s what working with messengers and missionaries
is like. Even now, this letter will arrive to you in all the wrong
dialects, its words sifted, but it’s okay because I know you
heard me. […]
(p. 81)





Cetoria Tomberlin is a Staff Book Reviewer and a poet and fiction writer who lives in Northwest Georgia. She received her bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing from Berry College. Her work has previously appeared in Fairy Tale Review, NonBinary Review, Southern Women’s Review, The Battered Suitcase, Spires, and online at LADYGUNN and HelloGiggles. She is also a book reviewer for Mixed Diversity Reads.
• This book review was submitted to Alternating Current in its entirety from the reviewer. Alternating Current did not receive a copy of this book, but the reviewer does not know the author or the publisher to the best of our knowledge. • Permalink • Tag: The Volt •