Heidi Priebe’s first poetry collection, “The First New Universe,” offers an incredibly raw and deeply personal look at the poet’s experiences with first love, first loss and the redemption that can be found inside of each.
Exploring themes of infatuation and disillusionment, betrayal and forgiveness, regret and acceptance and our endless potential for rebirth, Priebe’s work shamelessly exposes what it means to be young and in love—at its ugliest and most heartbreaking, as well as at its bravest and most healing.
I WEPT while reading this gorgeous collection of poetry. Reading about Preibe's heartbreak forced me to relive my own, and while I am 99% over it, there will always be the 1% that is moved by words that make me remember what it was like, and how much I loved him. As a fellow writer, my admiration for the stunning word choices Preibe consistently used was even more amplified than I would imagine the experience was for the average reader, but regardless, her fanastic work will resonate with anyone who's ever been in love.
My one caveat: I cannot and will not recommend this book to friends because of the EXTREMELY explicit/graphic content Preibe uses, at times. There were poems I had to skip past for the sake of modesty. I am not shaming her for expressing these more graphic moments, but I am mindful about keeping my reading selections pure to better protect my virtue. If you're anything like me in this regard, just beware of that before delving into these pages.
Overall, I do applaud this gifted writer for her first sparkling collection of poetry and cannot wait to read more of her work, both on Thought Catalog and beyond.