Not all whispers are sweet, but these are beautifully raw
Anaïs Chartschenko has a knack for writing things that
disarm me. Rarely if ever do you read anything that emotionally naked and
disarming. But it is not vulnerable or weak. These whispers are barbwired, they’re
raw, they’re deep, and they are intense. Chartschenko pulls no punches and if
you’re looking for red roses and blue violets, look elsewhere. If instead you want poetry that bites, then read The Whisper Collector.
There are five
collections within this volume and each varies in intensity and format. Some have
poems with long lines, others are short rapid fire lines that stab the flesh of
your emotions. I am certain some people who are more sensitive will either be
offended or shocked by the lines here. But for me, I was amazed at the raw
beauty she once again captures.
At times lyrical, you could easily envision
poems in song form or spoken over a dirge-like piano and I wouldn’t mind these
collections coming as a booklet in a CD. These are poems that are vivid though
quite often very direct. What’s amazing in these collections isn’t in the
metaphors but in the pure emotion you find within these verses. Once again,
Chartschenko proves that there is beauty in scars, in darkness, and in whispers.
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