"You arean origami boxin a soft rain.Who turned you overand over - running abone folder alongyour once-open bodyto close you inon yourself?"
"And when the Storm passesit will have dropped lizardsfrom faraway landsinto your lap"
I have no regrets on reading this book except I don't have it in my hands, that I did not read it outside, or on a mountain or at the coffee shop. I will be reading this over and over again.
"We are the stories, and our bodies books...
“Ren Powell’s Impermanence acts as a reminder, both visual and visceral–in itsphysiological meaning (the heart, the gut)–that we live in and through the stories we tell.The cursive in her illustrations operates as one of several connectors that loop throughher poems until these pictures and words combine to create, as she puts it, origami boxes:
“your stories/ folding in on themselves.”
“... you look up day after day surprised by the foreign landscapes of your own making”Ren Powell’s seventh poetry collection dissects the minutiae of life, and puts it backtogether in different unfamiliar shapes. Impermanence is what we are. In this collection ofnew poems, Ren Powell turns the human condition into a collage of words, drawings, andthe blank spaces between breaths."