· Title: Bone Song; Author: Bunny Goodjohn B.A. Goodjohn; ISBN: ; Page: ; Format: Paperback; Sarah Kennedy nailed the essence of the book in her jacket blurb Bone Song IS about scars, about how childhood leaves its mark on us forever Some of those marks become silvery with time, shadow than scar Some remain livid Others, like oysters building pearl around the . bltadwin.ru: Bone Song () by Bunny Goodjohn and a great selection of similar New, Used and Collectible Books available now at great prices. Bone Song. Winner, Liam Rector First Book Prize. Learn more. It’s almost audible. Like something crawls up onto my shoulder and whispers, 'go go go go go go go go go' in my ear and then slides away.".
In her first collection of poetry, Bone Song (Briery Creek Press, , $), novelist and writing professor Bunny Goodjohn leads the way through everyday disasters: marital affairs, crumbling relationships, alcoholism, prison, rehab, disease and dying, the wretched beauty of death—in other words, the stuff of real life. Bone Song by B.A. (Bunny) Goodjohn, of Lynchburg, VA. About Bone Song, our judge Craig Challender writes: "Last night, you made love like a miller makes flour: detached, silent, / leaving the stone to do its work, the grinding of bone and skin." B. A. Goodjohn's plangent, lived-in voice surfaces in poem after poem in this collection. Bunny Goodjohn's official site BUNNY: The sestina "Bone Song" is the hinge of this collection. It looks at what happened when my train finally leapt its tracks. Rehab was a necessary part of the process for me. And yet, when I left, after some 15 days when my insurance ran out.
Bone Song by B.A. (Bunny) Goodjohn, of Lynchburg, VA. About Bone Song, our judge Craig Challender writes: “Last night, you made love like a miller makes flour: detached, silent, / leaving the stone to do its work, the grinding of bone and skin.” B. A. Goodjohn’s plangent, lived-in voice surfaces in poem after poem in this collection. Your incorporation of the “bone” theme is quite clever: “Day breaks sharp as bone,” “promissory/pills to splint each brittle hour’s bones, “then bare-boned/Gratitudes,” “we queue for Lunch, silent and bone/weary,” “When addiction’s bones/sing to me,” “to watch day’s/end send home the shrinks to rest their own weary bones,” “Red-boned night and birds roost” and “more promises: each one bleak, black, weak as bone.”. Bunny Goodjohn's poems, as her title suggests, cut right to the bone. Singing of pain and sickness, of everyday cruelty and lost love, she traces the scars of childhood along an adult's memories, the recurring habits of marriage in separated spouses, and the links along the etymologies of our words.
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