Jennifer Martelli was kind enough to review the new poetry book Gloved Against Blood by Cindy Veach.
Read the book review below.
In her debut poetry collection, Gloved Against Blood, Cindy Veach stitches a masterpiece of bloodlines. In her ghazal, “Dear Francis C. Lowell,” Veach writes:
Francis, you are the sin–not these cloven,
white perennials planted in a row.
They bleed I weave. I weave they bleed. Why can’t
you see–blood threads your looms all down the row?