Welcome to Habitats, Katharine Whitcomb’s newest collection of poetry. You are entering a collection must like you would enter a large house, an old three-story house that seems new until you walk through the rooms. Each room is a piece of your life.
You walk through the first floor, and the rooms are less a progression and more a representation of how memory works. Thinking of a thrush reminds you of winter weather, or that Saturday in winter when you fell asleep in front of the gas fireplace, “like an old dog.” You feel safe and secure, just like you did when you were a girl and dreamed of yourself inside of your books. Each room is a tree in the forest of memory, including the memory of people who have died.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Some Tuesday Readings
Seeing possibilities – poem and artwork by Diane Walker.
Revisiting Larkin: The strength and pain of being young – Henry Oliver at The Common Reader.
“Lucifer in Starlight,” poem by George Meredith – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.
What It Feels Like – poem by Monica Silva at Every Day Poems.
Winners of the Inaugural First Things Poetry Prize – Micah Mattix at First Things Magazine.
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