Measures B.L. Bruce Publisher: Black Swift Press Pages: 134 ISBN: 9781735707402Reviewed: March, 2021 BUY THE BOOK ON AMAZON Excerpt from BlueInk Review [B.L. Bruce's] newest poetry collection, Measures, by turns elicits tenderness and melancholy, hopefulness and heartbreak—which is to say, the gamut of the human condition.Measures includes 58, mostly free verse poems with occasional haiku. Imagery from the natural world is often [...]
The Starling's Song is now available for pre-order from Amazon & Kindle eBooks! In a similar vein as her award-winning book, The Weight of Snow, Bruce’s newest collection of poetry explores the themes of love, loss, and nature, both human and not. Written in its entirety during a twenty-eight day stay in a remote cabin in [...]
Below is an excerpt from my latest publication in Damselfly Press's issue 30--my poem titled "Pulse" that is set to appear in my next collection, The Starling's Song (2015) PULSE Listen to the Poem Eating blue mussels from the perfect domes of their shells, you twist a slice of orange into the foam of your [...]
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * PRAISE FOR THE WEIGHT OF SNOW The Weight of [...]
May dawn coming—a thin rain falls. I tread a pathin low marsh grass, unsteady in a gust,wondering if you have forgottenour nakedness, frantic like children in the cold,the sun rising beyond the dark woods,the dreams that twist nearer,the splitting apart of our souls.I listen to [...]
In fall,the Big Leaf maples warm in color,and in time will let gotheir dying leaves.By December, the ungiving stalksof the American Sweetgum are bare and still, even in wind.We walk beside the woodyardlate one afternoon,and my mother says, “The leaves are turning on the alders,” and nods.Her skin, the best clock, a sundial in the angled light;I do not know her [...]
TWO FIGURES ON A TRAIN This morning the cattails sway in the heaviness of red-winged blackbirds and their sputtering chatter. Among marsh reeds, the subtle croak of toads echoes through glassless windows. And because neither had imagined the stillness of the deserted railway cars bordering the old millpond, their hands slid beneath soft cotton— two [...]
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