Margaret Yapp’s Green For Luck (Eastover Press) is a refreshing shock to the senses. Every page asks the reader to unlearn their expectations.
I hear all the time that readers want to be surprised — I even tell my own students that — but it’s been a long time since I experienced it. In Green For Luck, it happens page after page. Even when a form is repeated, the content and construction are fresh and vital. Yapp is an innovator, clearly in love with language and its parts. And her debut poetry collection is a testament to her felicity.
Sometimes sonic, sometimes meandering, sometimes all imagery, this collection pulls from all manner of structures and art forms to create a collage of language, cohesive and intentional, that meditates on this moment…