Leav’s poetry is a simple look for connection, almost something you’d write in a message to a friend or an ex-lover. Most of her poems are short-form, some in verse, many in prose, and many deal with - as the title says it - self-love, learning to be well with oneself, learning to live without the loved one, heartbreaks and writing. In their simplicity, many poems strike me as too general, as if painting over life in broad strokes, refusing to go deeper into one’s actual, specific source of suffering or joy. I wish some of them had been longer, opening up more of the writer’s world, but many seem to be conclusions, thoughts already passed, digested, given to us in their oven-baked form.
“Poetry is the recognition of the disparate. The arrangement of words that should not otherwise belong together, yet once put side by side leads us to question how they could have ever been apart.” (p. 17)
I enjoyed some of the exercise-poems, which encourage you towards an action, such as: “Ask your inner child, What do you want me to do for you today? / Give them all the time in the world to answer. / And then do what they ask.” (p. 137)
And what I really enjoyed was how beautiful this white-blue paperback version is, so delicate with its embedded title and few lines drawn, barely a silhouette.