Synopsis "Breakfast"
Virginia Woolf & Mrs. Dalloway threw a dinner party, Frank O’Hara bagged his Lunch poems, & Coleman Stevenson serves Breakfast: 43 poems. Praise for Breakfast: Breakfast. Washing the dishes. Gardening. Home. Nature. The weather. Coleman Stevenson’s work vibrates everywhere with life and loss: part elegy, part dying to be born again, ‘held together by lightning’. Her poetry is that illuminating force striking right through and out of her. — Mark Mordue, author, Dastgah: Diary of a Head Trip, and Thing That Year In the Fifties, Frank O’Hara daily went to lunch, taxis lurching past. Years later, Coleman Stevenson dreams over breakfasts. Go to your room for a timeout. Coleman Stevenson we love you get up and come to breakfast. — Douglas Spangle, author, A White Concrete Day Coleman Stevenson’s poems defy their own longing by making a want’s darkest recesses glow, turning language fresh as a new love feels, at once familiar, flaming, and true. — Brian Foley, author, The Constitution, Going Attractions, TOTEM; ed., Brave Men Press Coleman Stevenson’s Breakfast will jolt you awake, buzzing and crackling with a febrile, plain-spoken intensity, scouring the world for correspondences that signal a truth. “Things writhe alive inside the tangle,” indeed. — John Beer, author, Lucinda, & The Waste Land and Other Poems Coleman Stevenson we love you get up and come to breakfast. — Douglas Spangle, author, A White Concrete Day
