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Reviews for Homelands
by Claire Millikin
...Exquisitely formally controlled and varied, the poems of HOMELANDS remind us that even in the desolate times of 21st century climate and human rights catastrophes, the human capacity to witness and create beauty persists.
by BJ Ward
This book, following her earlier volumes FLOATING and COMPASS ROSE is a gorgeously-wrought testament about how we arrive at our various homes. Compelling and full of discoveries, this book is both a pleasure and a revelation.
Sample from Homelands
Lesbos, Isle of Love
Soggy lifejackets clog coastlines, landfills
mound with water bottles, debris from rafts,
broken watercraft, tattered sails, soiled diapers,
all signs of failure
to prepare for more to come, and they do.
Tarp towns grow along barren hillsides,
cardboard paths pave parcels of mud– not sea
at least, there’s safety
in dirt, even as it swells with rain and slides
under flip-flops, muddies the laundry sagging
on the line, tee shirts now stained
with Lesbos,
Land of Sappho, singing with lyre,
Eros, and the pulse of iambs,
the tides, our blood, our breath; women
now prey at Moria,
Where girls cannot wash the sea from their skin,
where men lurk, stalking daughters and smelling their sex.
Concertina wire and garbage fires cannot
keep rats from tents.
Refugee Camp. Refugees from war,
famine, thirst, from sea-beaten boats,
To a camp – now swollen to six thousand and more
drifting ashore each moon. The shore tight
with tents and trash and desperation, amid
soccer balls, plastic dolls, and hopscotch in the sand.
No one is going anywhere.
Cruise ships stop on the other side.
Welcome to Lesbos, Isle of Love.
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