Review on Doug Holder’s blog
Review by Irene Koronas:
Samuel Charters, like Whitman, asserts the mundane,
every day occurrences, the back and forth realities.
You are me. I am you. In his first poem in this small
volume of poetry, he brushes our ears, takes us on an
intimate journey through his writing rooms. The reader
becomes the child, parent, sky, night, “I move slowly
for a last time from one to the other.”
Charters is open; he presents lust in a casual,
dignified manner. “what she presents of her elegant
thigh, slides beneath her swirling skirt.” His poems
open all the windows and doors on a spring day, even
the heat of autumn bearing down over our laden walk,
we sit on his bench and breath.
…
Readers will enjoy the intimacy, the fit in your hand
size, the smooth way in which the poems appear and
gather into a complete song.
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