The following is my response to Sandra Beasley’s i was the jukebox:
Ever since she came to Georgia Southern University’s campus, I’ve wanted to read Sandra Beasley’s latest book of poems, which has been on my Amazon wishlist for a while. One of the students that I tutor, a good friend of mine named Nadia Dreid, gave me a gift bag for helping her throughout he semester—how did she know? I imagine her questioning mutual friends under piercing lamplight in a CSI fantasy.
Anyways, I read through the book delighting over the poems that Beasley had read to me—and the others in the classroom—herself; the voice in my head inferior to hers. In the book, Beasley speaks from the point of view of an eggplant, of orchids, of a jukebox, and many other inanimate objects and animals. Though all of the poems are exceptional, I want to draw your attention to one titled “The Cutting Board (p. 57).”
This poem reminds me of her memoir Don’t Kill the Birthday Girl, where she depicts how it’s like to live with multiple food allergies. Over the years the cutting board was with her, “counting out almonds for the car, sandwiches for the plane.” The images in this poem are very strong, like all of them in the collection, and really puts you into the scene.