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Dec 02, 2008 Nadia rated it it was amazing · (Review from the author)

UNSCRAMBLED EGGS is my first book of poetry, and I hope most people will enjoy this collection--even those who don't necessarily read poems. Percy Bysshe Shelley said it best:

"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted."

And my hope is, that Unscrambled Eggs will do the same for its readers! UNSCRAMBLED EGGS is my first book of poetry, and I hope most people will enjoy this collection--even those who don't necessarily read poems. Percy Bysshe Shelley said it best:

"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted."

And my hope is, that Unscrambled Eggs will do the same for its readers! ...more

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Jul 25, 2008 Aaron Lazar rated it really liked it

Unscrambled Eggs is a lyrical album of profound poetry. It glistens with quiet reflection entangled with sentiments of abandonment. Forlorn, lost, adrift on a sea of real emotions Nadia Brown speaks with words not often combined. Take, for example, the following stanza from Deprived. [return][return]My Crayola lips[return]plum of eyes, cello of body[return]are sick with need.[return][return]Crayola lips. Cello body. Sick with need. In thirteen short words we sense the image of a woman painfully Unscrambled Eggs is a lyrical album of profound poetry. It glistens with quiet reflection entangled with sentiments of abandonment. Forlorn, lost, adrift on a sea of real emotions Nadia Brown speaks with words not often combined. Take, for example, the following stanza from Deprived. [return][return]My Crayola lips[return]plum of eyes, cello of body[return]are sick with need.[return][return]Crayola lips. Cello body. Sick with need. In thirteen short words we sense the image of a woman painfully alone and uncomfortable in her body. In the last stanza, we are assured of this stinging vision.[return][return]A rousing verse,[return]a mangled rose, a sigh of jazz[return]all sings your absence[return][return]Nadia Brown s imagery is strong and unexpected. The combinations of words are surprising, refreshing. These are not common poems. The tang of gritty despondency permeates the pages, in spite of the artistic composition. There is no pretense here. No false polish, cute rhyming schemes, nor purposeful cadence. In such an environment, only the imagery stands alone, spilling honest visions on the page.[return][return]Among the sixty verses lies another favorite, There Were No Bells. [return][return]She said there were no bells,[return]only her clam hands[return]and fretful feet rattled in the eve.[return]The sirens would not go off[return]nor did her knees faint[return]from the tie-dye of bliss[return]She felt no quakes,[return]no bumble bees,[return]no panic sharks reeling[return]in the pint of her belly.[return]Not once did her shoelace hair[return]curl like ringlets[return]not once did she hear bells.[return][return][return]Uncommon pairings, curious verbs, and a splash of liberating spirit develop as the poetry travels through time. As Ms. Brown works through emotions of despair, a stronger woman evolves. The work sings of survival while painting distinctive images of the world.[return][return]Examine these vivid phrases from Fishing for Salmon. [return][return]a laundry of birds gather[return]in a fold like sheep[return]like a fistful of jellybeans in a bottle[return][return]and:[return][return]there is some wind[return]flossing back and forth between homes[return][return][return]This unpretentious yet moving collection of poetry will earn a place of honor on your bookshelf. Don t be surprised if you are drawn to reread it over and over again. ...more

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