It’s usually worthwhile to pay attention to the small things in life. Seeds. Ducks, Monarch butterflies. Tomatoes. The weather report (admittedly, that small thing can sometimes be a big thing.)
Poet Amelia Friedline certainly pays attention to the small things. And she writes about them in a thoughtful and considered way. She’s assembled some 53 of them in her first collection, In Media Res. She explains her title in a footnote to the title poem. Translated from the Latin, it means “into the middle of things.” But it is also a narrative device to open a story in the middle instead of the chronological beginning.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Some Tuesday Readings
“Hymn Before Sunrise,” poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge – Malcolm Guite.
A New Year; A New Pantoum – Padraig O Tuama at Poetry Unbound.
Caravaggio – poem by Lisa Roberts at Society of Classical Poets.
“Incident of the French Camp,” poem by Robert Browning – Joseph Bottum at Poems Ancient and Modern.
Cathedral – poem by Lauren David at Every Day Poems.
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