Book Review. Motion as the Thing that Separates the Living from the Dead by Liza Rose.

The poems in MATTTSTLFTD by Liza Rose made me feel an aching sort of nostalgia. Memory is a key theme. At times I almost got the shivers.

I loved the metaphor in Training Wheels, a poem about the individual influences on our writing and for the narrator these influences were Plath, Oliver and Bishop. I loved the imagery of these poets helping the writer grow as a poet.

and Bishop runs alongside me, steady hands on shaky shoulders,

She pushes me forward with such great momentum

that i don’t even notice when she lets go

Motion as the Thing that Separates the Living from the Dead Liza Rose

I liked the contemporary thoughts of modern methods of the preservation of our thoughts.

i often wonder

if our generation’s texts will be preserved

just as love letters of past generations were

Motion as the Thing that Separates the Living from the Dead Liza Rose

and I’ve never read lines in poetry as relatable as these ones:


the word ‘my’ before ‘body’ never felt right to me. she feels, rather, like something i found and never had the heart to get rid of

Motion as the Thing that Separates the Living from the Dead Liza Rose

In poem I FEEL FULL OF EMPTINESS (IF THAT MAKES SENSE) I stopped highlighting lines I liked eventually. I had to highlight the entire poem, title included. I feel like I know these lines inside out.

A superb collection of poetry, made me feel and think.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

A poetically raw, fresh, youthful look at the ever-difficult transition from girlhood to womanhood. Motion as the Thing that Separates the Living from the Dead pays attention to the little details of life and expands upon them in a solemn yet hopeful voice while exploring the topics of first love, first heartbreak, sexuality, self-love, and many others. For those falling in love, falling out of love, feeling out of place, trying to discover who they are: this book is for you.

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Book Review Roundup. Poetry, Sci-Fi & Fiction.

All of Me by Shannon O’Connor

‘isn’t it ironic how time changes memories what we do remember and what was once important fades away like it was nothing’

Loved the poems in this collection, I found them really easy to connect with. Solid, well written poetry.


On a Scale of 1 to 10 by Ceylan Scott

I had been looking forward to reading this for a while, and I finished reading it in one afternoon. I liked the story, I liked the characters (well, apart from Dr. Flores) and I loved the descriptions of a few of the characters and there were phrases or sentences in the writing that were so poetic and exciting to read (does that make sense?)
There were parts that could potentially be triggering for people. I’ve read a fair few books set in psychiatric hospitals and On a Scale of 1 to 10 ranks highly among them.


Doctor Who At Childhood’s End by Sophie Aldred

I enjoyed reading this. At Childhood’s End was a nostalgic ride through space, Perivale, and an alien planet. The 7th Doctor made an appearance, with his umbrella!
I do think the Doctor traveling with 3 people is a bit much. In this story, Graham and Ryan are great, but Yaz might as well not been there. Especially as the writers went down the path of there being jealousy between Ace and Yaz, which was briefly explored and then dropped. I loved this story asked questions about life after traveling with the Doctor, and how it might change you.
Ace is the main focus of this story and her character arc just never ends, does it?
She pinched an alien pod before UNIT could get their hands on it! The Squidget. Adorable.
I want more Ace stories like this.

‘Three suns sat like cigarette burns in the filthy tarpaulin of the sky’


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My Book Anniversary

Here Comes the Sun was published in 2017 on this day.

I didn’t follow any particular process writing Here Comes the Sun. undefinedI wrote the poems in this book on loose pieces of paper, while I was in different countries in Europe. Some of the poems were my reflecting on things and others – scenes that were unfolding at the time. I think this was one of the first chapbooks I put together that had a strong theme. I had written a lot of love poems previously, when I was a baby poet and posting on Tumblr. There are still poems on love in this book, but not as many. There are poems that have humour, are silly and a section of micro-poems too.

When I was putting together the poems in Here Comes the Sun I took care in editing the poems and, in saying them out loud, making sure they sounded right too. I find the movement in traveling, from train to subway to airport etc, exhilarating, so I tried to capture that.

People say ‘oh, you wrote a book,’ and treat it as if it is an achievement. I used to shit on that and say ‘it’s nothing,’ That’s BS. Writing a book takes a lot of courage, a lot of I don’t know what I am doing but I want to be able to communicate with you, the reader, and cause you to see something in a different way or feel emotions. It takes a lot of emotional labour. There is trauma in my poems on travel and I don’t talk about it. Being vulnerable can lead people to use that as a method to hurt you.

Here Comes the Sun, as a phrase, means all the good stuff to me, like hope and being alive and sunshine and summer and beaches and stepping out of an airport into a different country and feeling fresh air.

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