Dear John--DEAR JOHN--(Poetry) 11/15/2021
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Blurbs
Laura LeHew’s work addresses the sublimation of the human emotions and the trouble remembering them. The evocative language along with the monosyllabic words bring to life a collage of grief, desire, loss, sexuality and repression. Line after line a new secret is revealed, just like peeling an onion down to the core revealing the enigma of how a human negotiates with the natural world, and how men and women define their conduct within, between them and society. I am mesmerized and surprised by the use of “personified punctuation” which become integral parts of the poem as well as the mystery of the black-out word. Laura’s poetry is stunning, clear and melodic. It makes me understand better women’s emotions.
~Raúl Sánchez,
Author of “All Our Brown-Skinned Angels” 2019-2021 City of Redmond Poet Laureate |
In Laura LeHew’s new collection, she tackles the living one does between the letters. Essentially, love in its numerous forms. Friendship to romantic love to complicated love in poems such as “First Love” and “If Divorce is the Zombie Apocalypse.” Dear John explores connection between people, nature and thought. Offers both hushed human moments and passionate insight. This book will surprise you every time with what it means to love. As a veteran, who deployed to Iraq. I know what its like to place hope in a letter. Not knowing what awaits me on the other side. Laura addresses the unknowing with remarkable honesty, courage, and wisdom.
~Kristine Iredale: poet, veteran, kick-ass baker.
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Laura in Dear John pulls at her scabs with grace, wit and poetic honesty. Yes, it is intensely personal and revelatory as it explores the complexities of romance and love which most will identify and empathize with. You’ll find yourself deeply moved and inspired by its bold honesty. Keep this one close by because it is worth reading several times.
~Christopher J. Jarmick; writer, poet and owner of the independent bookstore, BookTree in Kirkland, Wa
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A Full One Hundred & Twenty Count Box of Red Crayons
my hand is empty my skin taut
you are a fire appearing as tongues of light the anatomy of a crush you have become a terrible opposition addition through subtraction is everything we become terrible flames falling angels stitched into flames you taste like nicotine your fingers taut are not so easily unfastened everything some kind of sin spoken in tongues vows & prophecies in opposition you have no words but everyday imply crush make my flesh tremble crush my two kinds of empty flames hidden beneath surface opposition lightning when the wind curves taut in a sky of tongues I have been waiting for you to find me everything melts everything a landscape a crush tongues indelible flames imprints taut against a rough opposition maybe I don’t want the opposition choreographed in your August eyes everything feels like forever taut interior pieces added to the crush rubbed raw against a stubble of flames in a sea of something monochrome tongues you give me & you give me tongues maybe there is a moment without opposition alignment looming in flames my heart in your hands everything doubts the crush I am some-other-where taut a crush of fate & we are a candle of tongues a wick ignited through taut opposition everything consumed in flames |