Monday, February 16, 2009
by MRB Chelko
Softbound, ISBN 978-1-934513-163-3
Review by Zvi A. Sesling
I have always been a sucker for short poems that
say something to the reader – sometimes on the first
read, sometimes on the second or third time around.
Chelko’s poems are very short, each three lines, influenced by
haiku or perhaps other poets. I tried reading the six poems in
this tiny chapbook as one poem and it could work – almost.
These poems have something to say. After you breeze through
the six of them quickly go back and read them again. Then
again. You will find some hidden meanings (I dislike reviewers
who find things the author never said or intended, so I’ll dispense
with that) or maybe something about yourself.
Whatever, these six three liners are quite enjoyable and I think I would
enjoy reading Chelko’s full volumes of poetry.
Here is poem No. 5:
The dog of my childhood is put to sleep
My parents do not bring her body home –
We bury sticks.
Did you ever have a dog as a child – or even as an adult? Did you have
to euthanize it? I remember several dogs that never came home when I
was a child. Different excuses, but always the same result. We didn’t
bury sticks, but when we drove by a cemetery I always thought of the
dogs. And there was the one pushed into a green garbage bag...well enough
Let’s say the other five poems brought back different memories. So bring
on more MRB Chelko. I’ll read them.
---- Zvi Sesling is the editor of the Muddy River review. http://muddyriverreview.com