Warning: this piece contains strong language
A sliver of glass
I leapt
from my Father’s
eye reflecting
a Mother that
didn’t exist.
Cigarette butts rose
to Heaven, thunder
formed my torso.
Dust blew through an
umbilicus and
collected to
form fingers
and lips.
Here is my birth:
In the ghettos of
Charleston my
Daddy beat off
and I coagulated
on the ceiling.
Now bound in
cords of placenta
endorphin seeps
through
my veins
and I breath.
Rob Goldstein – 1986-2019
(c) Rob Goldstein 5/5/1993-02/28/2019
This is a well crafted review by Robbie Cheadle with congratulations to Christy Birmingham!
Imagine a shift to the way you see the world that arises through poetic narration.
Imagine the world, at its base level, is a collection of selves. These selves collide, disperse, intermingle, and share themselves in lines of free verse. Such is the premise of Versions of the Self, poetry that assumes multiple types of selves exist and relate in ways that alter them. Each of the eight chapters looks at a different type of self, including the singular “I” and romantic interactions. These unique 80 poems definitely color themselves outside of the lines.
Versions of the self is quite an extraordinary book of poetry. The poet, Christy Birmingham, has a very unique style of writing which I found very intriguing. I also thought this style worked exceptionally well for the content of this book which is all about different versions of self. It imitates…
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Tossed to a curvy bed
sad bruises
And-yes, she insisted we
‘meet’
saying, “You’re a “tough little girl,
you
half-baked boy.”
<c> Robert Goldstein 5/5/93-6/22/2018
