Here's some more poetry. One of Kuboa's newest releases is a poetry book, which I found pretty surprising, because other than the flash fiction book that is somewhat close to poetry, Chris Deal's Cienfuegos, there really was no poetry on Kuboa. But this one and Hawaiian Shirts in the Electric Chair makes three poetry books. Or maybe two and a half.
I don't really have much to say for this collection. Not because I despise it or anything, but for some odd reason I always lose my words for poetry. Because poetry doesn't have a plot or enough words. But instead they have shards or snippets of who the writer is or what the story wants to show.
But I will say that this poetry collection felt like something that most people my age probably felt. That infatuated love for someone, the confusion of being a college kid, and just general angst. Then it later grew up into college angst that will soon develop into a hopeless combination of an identity and existential crisis that seems to plague people my age. I don't know if it's just me, but I constantly fear of future unhappiness. Some of the poems reminded me of this. Some of the other poems were sweet love poems that were nice to read, of course. Joslin's poetry is a lot more accessible and is a nice break from the surrealist poetry I usually read.
Originally posted here: http://wordsnotesandfiction.blogspot.com/2014/11/kicking-prose-by-jay-slayton-joslin-do.html
(review of free book)