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Unity Akashvani’s debut poetry collection gives voice to the body in pieces, in everyday objects, in between the thick layers illness can put between self and community, nature, and future. A glitching, drowsy form that wants to dance, play, and revolt and needs to carry on parenting, working, and making toast. Crisp, concise observations sit alongside the lyrical and expansive.
At breakfast, underwater, on stage – these poems are situated in this heating, racist, cantankerous world. They are part of it and do not feel pressured to accept it, consistently demanding more. Sometimes softly, sometimes vigorously, and often in the feelings they leave behind. Buoyed by struggle and connection the poet navigates the murky and the messy, if only to do it all again tomorrow.
Unity Akashvani’s debut poetry collection gives voice to the body in pieces, in everyday objects, in between the thick layers illness can put between self and community, nature, and future. A glitching, drowsy form that wants to dance, play, and revolt and needs to carry on parenting, working, and making toast. Crisp, concise observations sit alongside the lyrical and expansive.
At breakfast, underwater, on stage – these poems are situated in this heating, racist, cantankerous world. They are part of it and do not feel pressured to accept it, consistently demanding more. Sometimes softly, sometimes vigorously, and often in the feelings they leave behind. Buoyed by struggle and connection the poet navigates the murky and the messy, if only to do it all again tomorrow.