Book Review – I am a World of Uncertainties Disguised as a Girl

I am A World of Uncertainties Disguised as a Girl by Nicole Lyons

Right at the beginning, page 9, I stumbled onto one of the first poems that ever made the breath rush from my lungs. “The Next Big Thing” has since remained one of my all time favorites. Each time it pops back up, I remember its punch and how it left me reeling.

The rest of Nicole’s second book of poetry delivers those same gut-wrenching, breath-stealing, high-chasing lines I’ve come to love from her. In “Freight Trains,” she steps inside my inner chaos. In “Syllable by Syllable,” she picks me apart. Nicole knows me, far better than I know myself sometimes. She’s rolling around in my head and setting my heart on fire. She’s whisky, straight up, and she knows just how to burn.

In pieces like “A Poet’s Note” and “Anchored,” she illustrates the curse of empathy with absolute precision. The way we carry the pieces of others. The way we let them weigh us down. The way we drown so others may float. Nicole is a powerhouse of love and heartache. She doesn’t decorate her pain and shadows with pretty flowers. Instead, she lets it bleed in all its glorious madness. She is courage and fire, and this book is the definition of art.

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– ashley jane

she’s heading for a downfall.

crystallized drops
in a soft-pause-halt
before they melt and seep,
the red flower blooming
in floating maroon
down mean streets,
gravity aims and pulls,
tracing the pathway
of veins made victim
while garnet stains unfurl
over pale white
(she chases a free fall feeling)
– ashley jane

Reason Within

the face in the mirror wavers,

unable to hold your gaze

while you catalog every flaw

and search for minute imperfections

(I told you there are none to find)

you see the shadows when light is all that pours from your veins,

all the reasons you matter safely stored in a cage

(the spark in your heart illuminates the dark)

your eyes see distortion,

a tangled mess of proportions,

but your soul knows that the sun lives beneath your skin,

a shimmering magic that radiates within

(and I’ll remind you every day, until your mind knows too)

Art by Rosanna Jones

Words by Ashley Jane

Aquarian Heart

This aching anxiousness

is holding me far too tight

I am searching for peace and aching for quiet —

the type of silence

that can wash the noise away.

My soul is homesick for the ocean,

and my heart is crying out for the waves.

4/2018

Searching Shadows

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scarlet fever crashing through blue veins,
ephemeral nights now crimson stained
with ruby roses and cherry leather cuffs
(the sting is a drug but it’s never enough)
and she searches for answers in the shadows,
stop motion stutter and start again,
gently tracing the map on her skin
(can you follow the path of her scars)
there’s a taste of darkness in her mercurial heart
she’s one cut away from falling apart

Words by Ashley Jane

Art by Harumi Hironaka