Dear Future by Nina Corwin
Glass Lyre Press, 2017, 32 pp.
Reviewed by Bill Yarrow
You can tell a good poet even by his or her titles. That is to say, you can tell a good poet by his or her words, and titles are our first look at a poet's words.
Nina Corwin's titles in her recent chapbook from Glass Lyre Press are all killers: "Poem In Which I Go To the Movies and See My Future In the Previews." "Darwin's Telescope." "Poem With an Ad for Capital One." "Sal(i)vation." The titles are the tasty appetizers to the rich entrees which are the poems themselves.
The twelve poems in this slim volume are all delicious. "Interior With Artificial Leaves" begins, "What I meant to say, but the crop of false fruit kept intruding, is that doorbells are not destiny." What an opening!
The whole book is full of wonders like that. The poems in Dear Future start strong, stay strong, and end strong. This is a volume to own, to ponder, to treasure.
Bill Yarrow, Professor of English at Joliet Junior College and an editor at Blue Fifth Review, is the author of The Vig of Love, Blasphemer, Pointed Sentences, and five chapbooks, most recently We All Saw It Coming.