In the poem titled, “How to Eat a Poem,” Eve Miriam begins with these lines:
Don't be polite.
Bite In.
- Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that
- may run down your chin. It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.
This is exactly what I did today when I picked up the book, B is for Bad Poetry, by Pamela August Russell.
I didn’t even unzip my jacket — just plunked down in a comfy chair in Books and Co. and read it from cover to cover (laughing all the while, which was a little embarrassing!) And, yes, I bought it, too!
Incidentally, here’s what the book flap says about the book:
Pamela August Russell’s unexalted (but thoroughly hysterical) poems mock, chide, accuse, tease, joke, undermine, point and laugh at the world around us — and at anything that takes itself too seriously.
Just in case you’re looking for a gift for the irreverent writer who has everything…
