Flesh of the Sun
Life Above the Ground
by Barbara Blanks
This collection of prize-winning poems by Barbara Blanks carries the reader through the range of human experiences.
Perhaps a normal, sensible sequence would begin with Dawn, and end with Dusk or Eclipse, but she chooses to start with light and a kiss from the gods, move through the dark eclipse that sears like dragon’s breath, then feel a joyous pulse at the pinnacle of light—and have some fun along the way.
Her feet might be “wet from not quite leaping over puddles” but Barb is still willing to “pull the husk away from heaven, and bite into the flesh of the sun.”
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Your little book, Flesh of the Sun, is worth its weight in gold. In particular, I love “The Sculptor,” and “The Bag Boy.” You nailed it. I can see him, hear him, hear you, and I, too, applaud as his face shines “with the splendor of the sun.” And “Pop’s Story” makes me think of your prose book about Pop. I loved that book, too. Pop has come alive for me—nice to meet him again in a poem. “In Essence”—so much said in so few words. Perfect. Great work, Barb.
–Mary Cimarolli, author of The Bootlegger’s Other Daughter, and Man of Grace.