You’ve read voice poems before, but have you read a posthumous one in the voice of Martha Mason, who survived for 60 years in an iron lung? “My Siamese twin…/In the end, I burst from its long embrace,/gulped Heaven.” This, alongside the delicate fierce fight for the life of a finch under attack by “the great, gray Persian”: “…I cupped the moment/in my hand, whispered:/he didn’t get you.” Again and again, in A Sea Change, Lisa Fleck Dondiego embodies poetry’s necessary duality: intelligent feeling, with an acute eye, ear, and heart for the quixotic. She is bold, seductive, unique.
Estha Weiner –
You’ve read voice poems before, but have you read a posthumous one in the voice of Martha Mason, who survived for 60 years in an iron lung? “My Siamese twin…/In the end, I burst from its long embrace,/gulped Heaven.” This, alongside the delicate fierce fight for the life of a finch under attack by “the great, gray Persian”: “…I cupped the moment/in my hand, whispered:/he didn’t get you.” Again and again, in A Sea Change, Lisa Fleck Dondiego embodies poetry’s necessary duality: intelligent feeling, with an acute eye, ear, and heart for the quixotic. She is bold, seductive, unique.