Occasionally, it’s nice to be reminded that poetry doesn’t have to be a cynical, dark exercise. Heather, who’s young (maybe still in high school, judging by her photo) writes sweet, innocent poetry. And, for once, I mean that as a good thing. She writes poems to skip rope by about boat trips. She draws pictures of flowers, butterflies and cute boys. But Heather is no pushover. “You make me out to be something I’m not,” she writes. But I kinda like what she seems to be. (KR)
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