Genevieve Kaplan

I really liked some lines by Genevieve Kaplan in H_NGM_N issue 14, online here. Her short poem "With tools and wrought fences, pergolas" was incredible.

It has a truly dark, beautiful sense of space and the land. The opening is great, as is in the ending. This is a good poem to show that you can really talk about almost anything and be poetic--beauty can be terrible, jagged, loud and wild. Who isn't a little nervous after reading this first line--here's an excerpt:

On the back patio, children in the bedrooms with wet eyes, with dark hands.

And the sun peeking out, even through the cool, through the parted clouds.

[...]

Liking the emotion, left there in the courtyard.

Opening up into treed spaces, green valleys, a decision.