How Much We Must Have Looked Like Stars To Stars

<p class=ql-align-justify><em style=color: rgba(157 61 47 1)>How Much We Must Have Looked Like Stars To Stars</em><span style=color: rgba(157 61 47 1)> </span>by Alysia Nicole Harris intermingles a lushness of texture with a well-defined sagacity of form and a compelling honesty in these perfectly-crafted poems: I cannot go / to sleep in my heart. I wet everything & let / parts of me disappear in the drain. The images will lead you to passages of brilliance. </p><p class=ql-align-right>Leah Maines</p><p class=ql-align-right>Publisher Finishing Line Press</p><p class=ql-align-right><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>A wild glory suffuses the poetry of Alysia Harris. Here the body is not villainous nor detached from the imbedded songs of wonder justice and history. Here are lines as if built from Brecht's gestic principle that wake us from the Big Sleep that caution us from looking askance at our inexorable beauty. Poem after poem she demonstrates an instinctive glamour in speech that is artful humane and profoundly alive.</p><p class=ql-align-right>Major Jackson</p><p class=ql-align-right>Author of<em> Holding Company</em></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>