Mind Honey
“The poems in Wanda Phipps’ Mind Honey slow down and speed up in ways that are filled with surprise and pleasure. She stays faithful, in poem after poem, to the immediacy of experience and the clarity of observation, even when she occasionally takes a backward glance into the abyss. Sensual, breathtaking, excavating the ‘secret life in words,’ Phipps is a true visionary.” ― Lewis Warsh, author of Out of the Question: Poems 1963–2003
“In Wanda Phipps’ new collection we find city poems, desire poems, spirit poems; we walk streets and wait for trains―Rimbaud, Jesus, vampires, the Buddha; we embrace bodies, we are wanted, we are sexy, we are rejected, we are loved; and we are uplifted, by ritual, by communion, by days, nights, work, the blues. Here is a poetry of language, style, being, that is urban, witty, critically conscious of the world, self, humanity. These poems are beautiful. Very beautiful. Mind Honey feeds the reader and, never sated, we are restored. Poetry and life.”― Mark Statman, author of Exile Home
“Wanda Phipps’ Mind Honey could have been titled Songs of Herself. And you can dance if you want to. She does. And I did, or was doing in my mind and happy to be, despite the daily realities of disappointments her melodies sometimes recount. Because they capture the daily delights as well, and their rhythms that can’t be denied.”― Michael Lally, author of Another Way to Play: Poems 1960–2017
“In Wanda Phipps’ new collection we find city poems, desire poems, spirit poems; we walk streets and wait for trains―Rimbaud, Jesus, vampires, the Buddha; we embrace bodies, we are wanted, we are sexy, we are rejected, we are loved; and we are uplifted, by ritual, by communion, by days, nights, work, the blues. Here is a poetry of language, style, being, that is urban, witty, critically conscious of the world, self, humanity. These poems are beautiful. Very beautiful. Mind Honey feeds the reader and, never sated, we are restored. Poetry and life.”― Mark Statman, author of Exile Home (Lavender Ink) --Back cover blurb
“Wanda Phipps’ Mind Honey could have been titled Songs of Herself. And you can dance if you want to. She does. And I did, or was doing in my mind and happy to be, despite the daily realities of disappointments her melodies sometimes recount. Because they capture the daily delights as well, and their rhythms that can’t be denied.”― Michael Lally, author of Another Way to Play: Poems 1960–2017
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