Book Review: The Motorman’s Daughter

The smiling middle-aged lady in the author’s photo on the back of The Motorman’s Daughter isn’t what you might expect from Bombshelter Press – Bob Flanagan is also on their roster. But Bombshelter isn’t a vanity press, if they think she has the chops – she has the chops. With that and a recommendation from Henry Rollins, Sarah Mac Donald could hardly burst onto the LA poetry scene with a higher pedigree.

The poems themselves are often reminiscent of the Romantics. The subject matter speaks of the dailiness of life, its ebb, its flow. Only when the author swigs a Diet Coke are we reminded that we aren’t in an English garden of two centuries ago. Sometimes the free verse takes on an almost Beat rhythm. It is a rhythm you can walk with. Whether through her garden or through her dreams, it is worth taking a walk with Sarah Mac Donald.

Valentine’s Day 2011

I woke up this morning hearing the crows

scrabble across the roof

One of them pecked at my skylight

 

I got up and looked out the French doors

The sun was just coming up,

backlighting my garden

 

The sky was blue with white clouds

And the mockingbird was on top of the telephone pole,

singing his morning prayers

                                                             -Sarah Mac Donald 

Elise Thompson

About Elise Thompson

Born and raised in the great city of Los Angeles, this food, culture and music-loving punk rock angeleno wants to turn you on to all that is funky, delicious and weird in the city. While Elise holds down the fort, her adventurous alter ego Kiki Maraschino is known to roam the country in search of catfish.
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