Hello lovely people!
I like to read poetry collections every now and again because I enjoy getting a honest glimpse into the author’s thoughts surrounding whatever subject they choose to highlight; they tend to be very vulnerable and genuine based on works I’ve read in the past and my reading experiences with poetry collections have mainly remained positive. For Morning Air, Morning Light in particular, I feel like I’ll be thinking about this collection for quite a while.
I truly commend Regan for being so forthcoming with sharing her experiences and not shying away from the moments you wouldn’t consider to be a part of one’s highlight reel. The preface of her book gives an important reminder in my opinion that while the beginning chapter is dark in tone, this isn’t the entirety of the story she’s sharing with the reader. The following chapters showcase the light after that dark period and I found the gradual shift from her dark moments to the lighter ones to be interesting and I was curious how things were going to go (in terms of the author’s reflections on her past and what her approach was going to be). Before I continue on, I want to give a few content warnings surrounding this collection of work so if there is any potentially triggering aspects within it, you can be prepared for them when picking up this book for yourself if you choose to. The subjects I want to give a heads up about include depression, sexual assault, suicide, drug abuse, anxiety (specifically a panic attack), and eating disorders. Please put your well-being first if any of these could potentially be triggering for you.
What stood out to me with this book is how the author is authentic with showcasing experiences she’s gone through, especially with her understanding of recovery. A part of the poem aligned now showcases this well in my opinion:
There are still nights where the ominous black descends within my thoughts and loiters a stale stench within my mind. I possess authority; I am able to identify what does not belong, the outlier and eject it out of my thoughts.
That came with practice, too.
Another aspect I enjoyed within Morning Air, Morning Light is how her journey with writing is spread throughout. A poem that stood out for me personally was pure:
Pages empty, the overflow of characters–assembled shiftily through a ballpoint pen, pages filled.
Hearts walking within the park on afternoon’s peak, with a popsicle leaking sugary drops on our toes, feeling light within my spirit.
The opening of the photo album that collected dust for many years.
The embrace of my mother–the gentle kiss of my lover. The countless nights conversing with a brother.
Overall, I really enjoyed the connection I felt with the author (it seemed like I was having a deep conversation with a dear friend) and how honest her words felt as I was reading. I recommend picking up Morning Air, Morning Light if it’s a poetry collection you believe you’d be interested in and feel comfortable reading about the content I gave warnings for. I can’t wait to see what Regan will release in the future!