Wonderful, short unexpected poems fill Mindy Levokove’s new collection. Readers will welcome her generosity and her talent.
-Esther Cohen
Author of Book Doctor
Mindy Levokove’s poetry strikes the reader as so natural and spontaneous that the worlds she evokes “sing to the trees,” sing through the trees. Her Mount Eden Avenue branches out to touch “orange sky,” Avenue A and “brown tears,” transforming all with magical, surreal strokes. Levokove’s concise poems show large imagination and empathy, whether referencing a basket of fruit, Hiroshima or morsels. She meditates wonderfully on the subtleties of weather and light. Her wordplay dances through this collection and into the heart.
–Austin Alexis,
author of Privacy Issues
Mount Eden Avenue – part 1
Mount Eden Avenue
is over the top
where she is forgetting
the breakfast of champions
deserted in the sky
to become a can of worms
here’s the fish tank
when she meant
to go to the beach
she is frozen
she is also forgetting
the drum roll
where you go
bring us
with you
with your words
we want to
join you
where you go
Grand Canyon
O, orange depression!
the wind and I
race you like
fools
summer drum song
come under my wing
i’ll pull you sleeping
to skyward boat
that swims over under
every bearded cloud
dipped in deep
open circular sky
falling through space through time
for Nate
i carry you on the bus
you under my arm
in your storm
painting: gas station (Circuit City)
for Bob Heman
light spill
red-eyed car
yellow guide
idle
planets moons dots
circle
gas station
circuit city
trapped fish
acquired fish
in a glass box
with water
my cats want to eat you
and i love the song
the air makes when it
cycles through your
home.
(goldfish, koi, and plecostomus)
sky
you hold me, you hold us, you fold me, you fly us
pearl cloud kissed!
lace, tulle, gauze, filigree fine
surround and cradle with divine
blue—because you gaze
with constant adoration at the magic sea.
Oh, sky! (you hold us!)
how do we not notice you?
flap on
manna mo anna
ashes
we’re (ashes) here
all fall
where are the posies?
crashing through the grass
comes the great hunter
you left your portmanteau
behind you
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