I’m heading to Mars right now. I’ve left orbit. This amazing review from Bethany Mary has blasted me off the planet!
Bethany reviewed On that one-way trip to Mars in Vagabond City Lit, calling it warm and chilling, covering human emotion and the expanse of the solar system.
She gets the pain I was trying so hard to express somehow, some way.
Neck braces constrict like halos just a little too low. Spines curve so much it is hard to balance.
She is spot on in her assessment that my poems suggest “it is self-centered to believe that we are not sometimes alien.”
That can make being different, being born with skeletal dysplasia, having chronic pain easier to swallow, sometimes. To know that we’re probably not the only ones in this universe, our pain isn’t the only thing going on in the world, there are others beside ourselves.
Haven’t we learned already that we are not the center of the universe? This little poetry book reminds us of that.
Thank you for your beautiful, thoughtful review, Bethany. It means the world and Mars and all of the stars to me.