Hardcover: 82 pages
Publisher: Saint Julian Press, Inc.; 1st edition (September 15, 2014)
Reviewed by g emil reutter
Melissa Studdard writes of God as female birthing the universe, of what God could be, our reactions and creations. She writes in the poem, Naming Sky:
Kneel to the temple of wind. Listen to the voices
lingering in trees. When they moan,
it is your name they call. You can answer
with touch. You can call them God or sky or self.
Studdard writes of truck drivers, Neruda, Van Gogh, of trees, animals and gatekeepers. She lives in the sunsets and stars, knows of shadows and lights. The opening of the poem, Those who See in The Dark, pulses with energy and images.
So freedom would rain
In the ballrooms of their chests,
They entered sideways through the pulse
Of hands on imaginary dreams. One
Wore a wing beat in her eye,
The other, groves of laughter in her thumbs,
And all the while, they called it dancing.
From Everything is so Delicious:
I feel so hungry, so thirsty,
I don’t want to die.
This desire to butter and eat the stars.
This desire to pack the sunset in my bag
and run home with her, to make
a terrarium for the moon.
I Ate the Cosmos for Breakfast is a fast paced creation of stars and sunsets of God and the images of the mind of Melissa Studdard. She is a poet of vison and sensitivity, of the perfect and imperfect, absorbing all around her.
You can check out the book here: http://www.amazon.com/Ate-Cosmos-Breakfast-Melissa-Studdard/dp/0988944758/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1411651757&sr=1-1&keywords=i+ate+the+cosmos+for+breakfast+by+Melissa+Studdard
-g emil reutter lives and writes in the Fox Chase neighborhood of Philadelphia, Pa. (USA) https://gereutter.wordpress.com/