Ellen McGrath Smith's first
poetry collection ranges over drinking, alcoholism, growing up, men, women,
baseball, and yoga. There are poems that speak about loneliness, about love,
about yearning for a father's love. The poems read easily, but only because the
poet has mastered her craft. Their content is usually serious and often dark.
The excellent opening piece
("The Locust: A Foundational Narrative") is the longest and ranges
flexibly from conventional poetry to prose poetry, encompassing locusts in
three forms (tree, insect, and yoga pose), always rooted in the narrator's
experience. Many of the sections deal with the narrator's father, who once
pitched semi-pro baseball, and I found them powerful.
Other favorites of mine in
the collection include "The Annunciation," "February Was Only
Half Over," and "Corona: The Apples in Winter." Importantly for me, the poems in this
collection have character and often narrative. I truly liked them and felt I
would like the poet too should we ever perchance meet.
--Mary Soon Lee
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