Tinderbox poetry full#
Hendrix reaffirms the general lack of urgency amongst the privileged who have not felt the full force of the global climate crisis with poems that reflect a certain sense of distance
As this collection progresses the reader is confronted by the damaging effects, mighty and scary, of a burning world lost to consumerism as media desensitisation. Hendrix places increased emphasis on the disbelief of what has become so synonymous with the 21st century. Their ropes they clatter against the walls, reverse dinner bells Lean in time for winter, leaves the buckets to linger loudlyĪt the bottoms of the wells (when the wind catches
Tinderbox poetry cracked#
That leaves each creek and river cracked and the cattle blooming dogwoods, then for steam or fog, the high sunīaking what little water remains from the clay, hammeringĪnother nail into the South, a November coffin of drought No matter where we are.Īt first we mistake the smoke in the distance for late From forest fires local to Hendrix to those occurring across the globe, such as in the Amazon, this collection evokes a sense of urgency that transcends the page and forces the reader to react to the fast-elapsing reality of climate change and its destructive ramifications on all our lives. The long, bearable wait begins, for my singing muse.Fire Sermons by Raye Hendrix is a micro-Chapbook collection that speaks to the delicate nature of the planet and the environment at large whilst balancing the fragility of humanity both simply in relation to its existence and its continued impact on the world. Now the sea remains calm, a rippling, tranquil masseuse No rush, all the time in the world, no one’s glaring. Will I extend and test another dip so daring? Here I awake in the warmth of my bed forlornĪlone, stranded on a boat in this gorgeous morn’. Providing cushion for these broken joints crutched. Sprout forth a field of jade, as if never touched The clear, liquefied sublimity, of remedying ways Subdued by barricading, warm sheltering rays Smothered in ice, slowly melting away the toil In remarkable lyrical fiction after another, Carol Guess writes her darling heart out. Only to turn to Paradise without a hint of faze. Carol Guess builds the most wondrous word-nests, each one holding something precious, each one surrounded by the world-at-large, afire. We must face the Burden and its self-harmĪnd encounter it with a strong, tender arm, It’s a place we call home but never wish to returnĪlbeit a visit required, lest the lot of heartburn. Suicide would make a better ending to this story.
Isolated in a never-ending loophole of purgatory Inside the soul that felt what the Burden showed. Soaking up this poison and this rage flowed To bring back its home of a cracked and dry eternityīy raising internal destruction equivalent to Trinity. Wreckless in nature with black, glistening eyes sunkenĪlthough slow in approach, always trudgin’.ĭestroying what was real and hopeless fantasyįiltering with mindless anger and sadness, it took fancy Slender, a silent fellow, and his height so comical Hence, call forth the Burden, a creature astronomical Where scrapers of memories and happiness dies Now trapped in this void of collapsing skies I’ve exposed my cries, my fury, my confusionsĪ tinder box of irrational tact, wrought evil transpire.ĭespite our lies, silence, a calamity jest. “Betrayal” they say, “a demon with looks”Īlthough Joel, she “drowns in good intentions” To sleep alone and live a frosty travesty.Īnd another wall my gentle heart it paved.īlood-ridden tissue and decay, like a dying star Now eternal Winter wakes, a drought of misery Inside a bed now a molded coffin horrible. I slipped and fell, pursuing without care.įlowers, music, love, it all sat bountiful To drag me under, how I’ve miscalculated He draws from his existential crises of the twenties and all those relatable moments that challenge and sometimes boost his journey as a young writer.Īnd over the horizon, the sun delivered fear. His sources of inspiration reflect his own life as a young, thriving college student. Arasim believes poetry is especially important as a medium to elevate experiences, an art form to expand on self-growth, nature, and storytelling. Jacob Arasim is a young writer and a student at the Boise State University.
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