This chapbook strips flesh down to bone and contrasts the classic quandary between mind and body as they form a collective “Primal Fear”, “… God, if it’s you who destroys / if it’s you who spits out ghosts / … then I swaddle you, Lord … / Even if my mouth fills with one hundred severed tongues” (Vespers).
-from a new review of the Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "Bone of My Bone" by Nicole Rollender
-thank you kindly to Nathan Hassall and The Luxembourg Review
-read more of the review HERE - https://theluxembourgreview.org/2016/05/26/bone-of-my-bone-a-review/
-procure your very own copy of Bone of My Bone from the Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/244912275/new-bone-of-my-bone-by-nicole-rollender?ref=shop_home_feat_1