Sally Anderson Boström invites us into a brief but evocative collection here, ”harvesting” as it were, subjects that seem universal yet specifically personal and confessional: love, hurt, rebellion, identity and self-questioning. Her imagery is both sensuously familiar and startlingly fresh. It often achieves what I most seek in poetry—attentiveness to the immediate specificity of the world as it is experienced, and that rare ability to find the words, images and sounds that can conjure that experience for the reader. Her verse moves through rhythms that are unforced, at times conversational, yet carefully crafted.
This is poetry that makes us want to reread directly—for the layered meanings, for the subtle musicality, and for our own feelings the poem evokes. Anderson Boström’s new collection has some of the most vital verse I have read of late by a contemporary poet.
Paul Schreiber, Poetry Editor, Two Thirds North
