"At lightning speed, poets will sew together the polyester threads of human existence until nothing is left but a remnant of a pocket, blistered shut with the heat of their fingertips," ends To be a poet," the last poem in you may waltz to your doom in sanguine stained shoes. In this, her first collection of poetry, S.S. Skinner writes on a variety of topics, ranginng from airplane crashes to the falseness of memory, from geeks in love to plucking flowers, from man as a Hydra to political poems disguised as relationship ultimatums. Her forms are experimental at times and traditional at others. She pulls from all aspects of her life and uses these observations to make a verbal trail mix of ideas.
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By S A
Aug 3, 2011
Beautiful poetry from a beautifully skilled writer. How the poet manages to write like this, I wonder... Every line, every page, every word is like in open door, revealing truths and uncovered lies through the poet's mind-a sense of brutal, yet honest, beauty. You can tell the emotion and soul poured into the words is no lie. This poet deserves to be recognized and awarded. You'd be a fool not to have this book in your collection! It definitely is one of the best collection of poems I have every read. Praise! If I could, I'd give this ten stars out of five. Definitely read through this-you will not regret it!
"Waltzing..." This book was absolutely fantastic! It was creative and the imagery and emotion which pours forth from the pages wraps itself around the readers, drawing them in closer to suck similar moments and feelings from them. It was raw and real, full of intimate moments with the self and/or with a lover. Incredible read!
