These poems will surprise you in a dozen ways, then hit the planet they were aiming for all along, just as it spins into view. –Betsy Sholl, former Maine Poet Laureate and author of Rough Cradle (Alice James Books, 2009)Īlways searching, “hurtling to clasp / hands,” the poems in Girl, Giant probe with a voice that is at once plainspoken and capable of saying nearly anything. Sometimes they stick their head in the lion’s mouth, and aware of those dark jaws, they sing their fierce love all the more. The language in these poems flies high like an aerialist swinging out across the abyss.
With a language-lust reminiscent of Plath, Melissa Crowe swears fidelity, swears devotion to everyone she loves–husband, daughter, brother, rowdy uncles–against whatever losses life (or death) might toss their way.
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