loving my salt-drenched bones
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Karo Ska delivers an ensemble of poetic magic in her highly anticipated book, loving my salt-drenched bones. Ska's mastery of emotional and interpersonal subject matter takes the reader on a journey into the bright side of darkness filled with love, heartache, joy, and the poetic tone that only Ska can manifest.
is now officially out
click below to order
Karo Ska delivers an ensemble of poetic magic in her highly anticipated book, loving my salt-drenched bones. Ska's mastery of emotional and interpersonal subject matter takes the reader on a journey into the bright side of darkness filled with love, heartache, joy, and the poetic tone that only Ska can manifest.
Advance Praise for loving my salt-drenched bones
Whenever pain leaves the body, it carries itself away from our skin. Triggers lessen, the mind deciphers between a war and a battle. Our bones left as relics to what was once attached and what is finite. Karo ska became a serpent in this collection. Sloughing off the skin, trusting once again that pain is only part of this mystical process. She retells her story to her audience but essentially—she is whispering herself into wholeness. I found solace in her vulnerability sprinkled with a crudeness that comes with the beginnings of loving oneself. —Ingrid M. Calderón-Collins
karo ska's poetry collection loving my salt-drenched bones journeys the honesty of staying whole despite the ache of the past, the rawness of now, and the uncertainty of the future. Ska challenges society's toxic definitions of identity and the lack of justice that exists for so many, including our dear planet. Ska's collection echoes the ancestral resilience rumbling deep within the marrow of an empowered self. loving my salt-drenched bones gives us the courage to open our wings of truth and take flight on a love quest to reclaim the power within ourselves. " – Alex Petunia, author of Tending My Wild
loving my salt-drenched bones is an examination and reclamation of body and home. a navigation of want and cost, the lost and found, the spoken and unspoken. ska paints us gracefully toward their poignant discoveries of healing, growth, and belonging. – Sara Khayat, Manager, World Stage Press
Whenever pain leaves the body, it carries itself away from our skin. Triggers lessen, the mind deciphers between a war and a battle. Our bones left as relics to what was once attached and what is finite. Karo ska became a serpent in this collection. Sloughing off the skin, trusting once again that pain is only part of this mystical process. She retells her story to her audience but essentially—she is whispering herself into wholeness. I found solace in her vulnerability sprinkled with a crudeness that comes with the beginnings of loving oneself. —Ingrid M. Calderón-Collins
karo ska's poetry collection loving my salt-drenched bones journeys the honesty of staying whole despite the ache of the past, the rawness of now, and the uncertainty of the future. Ska challenges society's toxic definitions of identity and the lack of justice that exists for so many, including our dear planet. Ska's collection echoes the ancestral resilience rumbling deep within the marrow of an empowered self. loving my salt-drenched bones gives us the courage to open our wings of truth and take flight on a love quest to reclaim the power within ourselves. " – Alex Petunia, author of Tending My Wild
loving my salt-drenched bones is an examination and reclamation of body and home. a navigation of want and cost, the lost and found, the spoken and unspoken. ska paints us gracefully toward their poignant discoveries of healing, growth, and belonging. – Sara Khayat, Manager, World Stage Press
my mother said she tried
writing to him. he never wrote
back. i fold his letters into the cracks
of my scapula & don't question her
lies. my mother & i, we both
carry buckets of loss, yoked
on our shoulders. we carry them
without spilling a drop.
writing to him. he never wrote
back. i fold his letters into the cracks
of my scapula & don't question her
lies. my mother & i, we both
carry buckets of loss, yoked
on our shoulders. we carry them
without spilling a drop.
from loving my salt-drenched bones
Exploding like the seeds of a natural disorder
— June Jordan
— June Jordan
