Winter Ready, by Leland Kinsey. Published by Green Writers Press. 85 pages. Paperback. $14.95
Reviewed by Tena Starr
It was yet another cold and snowy March day in this cold and snowy winter of 2014, and Leland Kinsey’s latest book of poetry, Winter Ready, seemed an apt read. But there is little in this volume that chronicles the grueling. Nor is Winter Ready poetry as some may know it.
This lovely collection is as much prose as poetry. It’s a collection of moments, observations, and sometimes a reminiscence of a Northeast Kingdom that’s, sadly in my view, fading into memory.
In fact, the onerous chore of picking stone had completely escaped my own memory until I ran across Mr. Kinsey’s poem called “Stone Picking.”
Does anyone pick stone anymore? We used to on our farm. I recall, as a girl, thinking that rocks must somehow grow and multiply, like potatoes. Picking stone was a task for Sisyphus, who spent eternity rolling a boulder uphill.