The Academy of Hay, by Julia Shipley. Paperback. 75 pages. Published by Bona Fide Books, 2015. $1
Reviewed by Paul Lefebvre
There are poems in Julia Shipley’s recent collection, The Academy of Hay, that remind me of the flat stones I used to search for as a child while spending a summer at my aunt’s cottage on the lake. Some had just the right curves where it was difficult to tell where one side of the stone ended and the other began. They were the best stones to skip across the water’s surface, achieving at times six or seven skips a throw.
And then there were the stones that were too flat, too smooth to throw. Fewer in number, they were the stones I pocketed and kept so I could caress them, or rub them along my forehead on those days when the weather was too disagreeable, or I played games with… To read the rest of this article, and all the Chronicle‘s stories, subscribe:
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