Damon Ferrell Marbut

This book was done as a joint review on The Review Board. However, my review is the one that will be featured here, and the rating is based on my review alone and not of my other board member.

I actually rank this closer to 3.5.

Little Human Accidents contains eighty one poems, and the collection I could have easily seen being divided into two smaller collections, especially due to the boldness of the majority of the poems presented.

Little Human Accidents reads as an adventure: one’s journey to battle through his own demons through poetry, the haze of cigarette smoke, and the incorporation of alcohol.

The author wastes no time. This is not shy, but very “in your face.” Little Human Accidents puts you at that intersection that yields these questions: Is alcohol serving as that surge of electricity bringing forth a poetic fervency that it would have lacked otherwise? Or is this the sober aftermath once that alcoholic haze has worn off?

Perhaps a bit of both.

“Leave the battling of the nightmares to me.” ~poem “Little Human Accidents”

Battling he does. However, there’s no guarantee that the nightmares won’t linger long after you have awakened.

A variety of emotions will spill forth no matter what piece you read: ranging from incredulity, shock, and feeling slightly disturbed to having a small smile dare to pull at the lips and the drops of hope sweating on the outside of the drinking glass.

For me, is spite of and because of the unorthodox candor, I smile and cover my palm with the drops. However, this work is definitely an acquired taste.… (meer)