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From the Four Chambered Heart: In tribute to Anais Nin Paperback – July 14, 2013
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There is much to savor here, such as Kayleigh Brookes marvelously repetitious mind puzzle centered around, "I must warn you my tongue has no governor."; Lynn Bronstein's poesian portrait of a lover, "By recalling the upward sweep of her lashes."; and Deborah Edler Brown's witty prose piece that begins, "Annabelle almost couldn't get any sleep these days for all the talking, the pulling of covers, the opening and shutting of windows."
I love Helene Cardona's poem's tactile ending, "Let's share exquisite pomegranates / smear them in each other's faces." I adore Lori Desrosiers' poem's Basic Instinct-like exposing first line, "A glance slips between thighs." I admire Alexis Rhone Faucher's 21st century prose update on Anais, "The stiletto boots in the back of my closet are restless, long to stroll the 3rd Street Promenade,".
Frank William Finney's playful poem starts, "Waves roll their eyes"; John Fitzgerald's symbolic word fest is introducted "Love is one."; and Alex S. Johnson's initial pithy metaphor declares "I am a bow of my art." And don't skip over the three prose writers who approximate most closely Nin's Delta Of Venus: M. Justine Gerard, Alystyre Julian, and D.L. Warner.
I can see why Marie Lecrivain dreamed up and brought to fruition this collection when I read her poetry of discovery, "Today, I found your words on a shelf / demurely clothed in a dust jacket,". She must have enjoyed selecting Cynthia Linville's poem where "You revealed yourself in little pieces" and delighted over Alicia Winski's symbolic description of "dark skies pierce / crystalline / glass green orbs".
I would be remiss not to mention some startlingly good shock bards published here: Ruth Nolan's relationship ode commences with "The missing ovary at seventeen", Michael Tyrell's self-analyzing lines initialized by "I'm not the first frustrated astronomer", and Pam Ward's bomb dropper, "I met Anais Nin's husband."
--Don Kingfisher Campbell, editor of the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly