Blueshifting - a poetry chapbook by Heather Kamins,
This review is from: Blueshifting (Kindle Edition)
Poetry, by a drunkard's slurrish definition, is the art of capturing a fistful of nothingness for a half of a half a heartbeat and deftly describing the sensation of that ephemeral temporary gift slipping away. Heather Kamins neat little chapbook of sixteen poems aptly lives up to that somewhat demented literary definition.
Her title poem, Blueshifting, hurls fistfuls of memorable imagery like wonderful hand grenades stuffed with bridal bouquets - aimed directly at the reader's eye. The poet's words splash out joyfully and catch at your imagination like a young child playing tag with a daydream of running laughter.
What I am trying to say is these are very colorful poems. Kamins pulls out a Crayola kaleidoscope of every hue and tint of the rainbow, writing with bold and memorably visual passages of imagery that softly brand themselves upon the reader's collective imagination.
There is a real play and a sense of fun in each of these poems - and yet, in spite of that innate playfulness there is likewise a fine jeweler's craftsmanship inherent in each separate piece. As you turn the pages and the words roll past you can feel the click and the whir of the universe winding down. Each poem is woven with the webwork and dreams of historians and horologists alike. One can feel the sands of time slipping through each line of poetry in this careful little collection.
I recommend that the reader should approach this collection in the way that a man who has crawled for twenty days upon the desert might approach an oasis. Swallow it in a gulp. Then pause, breathe and reflect. Sip each poem again, carefully savoring each refreshing mouthful.
Yours in storytelling,