Emilie Galindo's work is always an exploration of language and this collection takes us into the rhythm and synesthesia of a rare talent. This exuberant volume straddles, bridles and riddles the reader, pulling us into the past....the paisley conversation pit where memory is a living springing thing. Those times, people, places and selves are lost to us and yet, here is a world, scrunched up and splitting, flattened & framed. These verbs have a physical effect - it's our love letters, cocktails, maraschino cherries, cigarettes and photographs that are scrunched, split, flattened and framed. While this past belongs to the poet, presumably, it's a "d j vu" for the reader who remembers the same world. Whether they were there or not, they are there now - inside ballooning parentheses, set up by dot dot dots, led on by hyphens and taken to a noisy pop pop pop world of bubble wrap, tooting horns & skippity clops.
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