Review of Sometimes I Hear the Clock Speak by Lori Desrosiers

Samba scat, pot-laced giggles, a baby crying in tune, bugled reveille, a cantor’s baritone, the thwap of a heron’s wings, the hiccup of time, and many other lyrical moments punctuate the deep mnemonic resonance flowing through Lori Desrosiers’ captivating new poetry collection entitled Sometimes I Hear the Clock Speak. These poems shimmy successfully past the emotional complexities of life with organic joy and growing perception. Desrosiers’ words thrill with the thrum of life needing to be lived. For more of my review of Sometimes I Hear the Clock Speak go here: http://dougholder.blogspot.com/2016/05/sometimes-i-hear-clock-speak-by-lori.html