Black Holes and Their Feeding Habits

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>In Kiyoko Reidy's </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Black Holes and Their Feeding Habits </em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>the poet illuminates worlds that are exquisite shimmering made tender by awe and grief. The poems breathe portals into familial care inherited violence intergenerational loss and the natural landscapes within and around us. We encounter monarch wings resplendent as church windows; an obaasan laying flowers at a cemetery; oranges like fist-sized fires alight / in the branches a bodily desire to be borderless in the wild dark. In the wisdom of these poems there lives a keen recognition of the self shape-shifting towards the light. As a reader I'm spellbound by Reidy's lush attention to textures of care which teach me to open myself to the world wildly marveling at all this abundance.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>     -</span><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Carlina Duan </span><em style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Alien Miss</em></p>