The poems of award-winning poet Yona Harvey\'s much anticipated You Don\'t Have to Go to Mars for Love follow an unnamed protagonist on her multidimensional, Afro-futuristic journey. & when the glaciers get to melting, / all God\'s River\'s we shall haunt..
Our hero is captured, escapes, scuba dives, goes interstellar, and she emerges on the other end of her journey renewed, invoking the gods: taunt the sharks.
Or is it the mind? Always eager to interpret.
Her artful use of refrain emphasizes the protagonist\'s meaning making and doubling back: Who am I to say? The eye is often mistaken.
Harvey layers her poems with a chorus of women\'s voices.
Music directs readers through large and small emotional arcs, constantly retroubled by lyric experimentation.
Half-superhero, half-secret-identity, she encounters side-slipping, speculative realities testing her in poems that appear like the panels of a comic book.
Her story stretches the boundaries normally constraining a black, female body like hers.
The poems of award-winning poet Yona Harvey\'s much anticipated You Don\'t Have to Go to Mars for Love follow an unnamed protagonist on her multidimensional, Afro-futuristic journey
