Hard Reds (Paperback)

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A first collection for Chicago-based poet and small-press publisher, Brandi Homan. "Like the stream of cut-paper hearts in her Valentine Factory, Brandi Homan's poems are connected 'at the blade's edge,' are all 'hard reds'-an intelligent and imaginative woman coming to terms with desire. This collection is an exciting 'kick-start' for her electric voice." - David Trinidad

About the Author

Brandi Homan is editor-in-chief of Switchback Books, a feminist press that publishes poetry by women. She earned her MFA from Columbia College, Chicago, and her MA from the University of Illinois at Chicago. Her work has appeared in (or is forthcoming from) numerous journals, including Barn Owl Review, Born Magazine, DIAGRAM, MiPOesias, Natural Bridge, North American Review, and Salt Hill.Brandi is the author of Two Kinds of Arson (dancing girl press, 2007), and her work has been selected for inclusion in The Outside Voices 2008 Anthology of Younger Poets (Outside Voices Press, forthcoming). She is originally from Iowa and writes professionally in advertising. Hard Reds is her first full-length collection of poetry.

Product Details

• Paperback: 96 pages
• Publisher: Shearsman Books (September 15, 2008)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1905700814
• ISBN-13: 978-1905700813
• Product Dimensions: 8.5 x 5.8 x 0.1 inches
• Shipping Weight: 1.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #863,252 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars hard reds. mean reds, July 30, 2008

By	S. Muench (Chicago, IL) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

Homan's poems sizzle and shimmy: from firebirds to fire-breathers, legato to pizzicato, Harleys to Kawasakis, they dazzle with their light show and kinetic imagery. Homan's work is gunslinger-sure and full of pining and witty viciousness; when you enter her incandescent world, you'll feel like you're eating electricity in a red dress, or as she writes, "I bite and come away neon." These poems are Valentines drenched in gasoline; they'll make you forget "how to breathe without burning."