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SOME PINK STAR
by Sophie Essex
“eight tetrahedral voids sounds dreamy when you
linger over an idea of us”
I appreciated this chapbook and agree with its back cover blurb shown below.
I was also beguiled by breathing more easily in our world today with the spreading texts’ open airy spaces amid the disarming enjambments.
The above quoted Essex lines are constructively out of keeping with the Ezra Pound line I quoted during my coincidental perception earlier today of Georgina Bruce’s rhombus in her story DOGS here: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/this-house-of-wounds-georgina-bruce/#comment-15403
That Bruce book has turned out, for me, in mutual synergy with this Essex book.
“my mass. cubic metered”
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