My Florida

Kathleen Tylers Florida is a wild and terrifying place a savage place-but what was savage I adored she tells us. And so these poems are full of the deepest kind of heartbreak too the kind of heartbreak thats irreparable. Death cures of our terror/of death Tyler writes What cure is there for the terror of love? In My Florida a hubcap scuds across the road a child hides under an ironing board while her mother is beaten a heron with orange eyes feasts on hatchling alligators and a girl swings a bag of snakes tied with a pink satiny ribbon asking Oh whose porch can I leave it on? Tylers poems are often shocking always brave and bravely shockingly beautiful. Cecilia Woloch