Every now and again a poet will catch my eye - someone who's work awakens parts of my emotional side that I thought buried. This is the best kind of poetry, the kind that makes me want to read until the poor book is dog-eared and also never write again because someone has already written everything I want to say.
Emily Harrison's collection I Can't Sleep 'Cause My Bed's on Fire is that book. I think I might have a crush on it. It deals with everything I have passion for; politics, mental health, feminism, class and rage. Lots of rage, coherently put into poems that scream volumes like an L7 song.
