(A book review by Christina Anne Taylor)
I’ve been enjoying Amy Minato’s Hermit Thrush, which was recently gifted to me by a friend in the literary scene who thought I would appreciate it. The poet’s educational background is Environmental Studies, and that’s precisely what her poems are: assessments, translations from one language into another so that readers might sense her perceptions. Multi-colored, multi-textural, reading her poems is like walking through a lucid dream, which is why this slim yet sufficiently full-filling collection is a perfect read first thing in the morning when one is still in alpha waves and needs a gentle awakening while the coffee is brewing.
A swish through flakes
of the forest’s dead skin
where maple leaves lay yellow palms
on the tibia of beetle-burrowed sticks
and tresses of brown needles.
And from “Field Study at Harvest Moon”…
Across the meadow, sunset alights
corn lilies’ lacy tops,
a procession of candles
in a green night.
A doe grazes the margin
between meadow and pine rim,
one ear twitching for bugs,
the other for us.
Amy Minato artfully unfolds a mind that recognizes life in all things and frequently personifies to awaken what is silent, to set to motion what is still, and to present a layer of magic as she perceives it. She is the author or two other titles as well as Hermit Thrush, which was beautifully designed and published through Inkwater Press in August of this year. Copies are available through Powell’s Books, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Inkwater Press, and many local independent booksellers.