No Father Can Save Her
Julene Tripp Weaver
Lana Hechtman Ayers
Each small scene in No Father Can Save Her illuminates a coming-of-age both shocking and ordinary, each poem a bright moment of witness that takes a forgiving stance. The precise language of these poems creates a constant, questioning sense of wonder; we can not only survive, but find joy, can not only breathe, but sing.
The father dies. The in-house uncle takes her to bars. Boys in cars, men at construction sites can't save her. Music helps, and food, and sometimes playing slut. The speaker asks her younger self, "What are you doing with such pure skin, how will you use it?" With clarity and precision, this poet brings us along on the unapologetic search for love. And did I really fall out of the car in climax screaming, No, I'm a virgin, in full view of my father's grave? You will remember this strong book.
Penelope Scambly Schott
104 pages, $14.95
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