Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Of Bugs and Love and no spiders were harmed: poems by Steve Tomasko



Steve Tomasko
 


Of Bugs and Love: Review

and no spiders were harmed
poems by Steve Tomasko
© 2015. 48 pages/ $12
Red Bird Chapbooks
1055 Agate St.
St. Paul, MN  55117
www.redbirdchapbooks.com

Review by  Karla Huston


“You said I should write more love poems/and I said, I’m sorry, but I’ve been thinking about/sloths.” This is the opening gambit for Steve Tomasko’s debut chapbook of poems.

Some may think there are enough love poems; some may think there is need for more. Certainly, there is a need for more poems about sloths, ants, spiders, cicadas, “sparrows, crows and moles.”

With the ears and heart of a poet, the eyes and sensibilities of a scientist, Tomasko leads readers on a wonder-filled journey of what it’s like to be human, animal, human. Though filled with critters, these poems won’t give readers the heebie jeebies unless you’re creeped out by spiders, which, the poet himself admits: 

Sister Therese writes in a letter that she
has a spider on her pile of books,
wants to know if I ever wrote about them.
How to confess that I, who people call
bug man, get the willies around them.

There are a lot of spiders in this small book.

He tells about spider silk collected to make wartime bomb-sight cross hairs and a golden, brocaded cape. In another poem, a bodhisattva spider shows up trying to teach the poet (readers?) about being hooked in the lip like a caught fish.

Yet, these poems are more about love than they are about spiders and bugs. These poems are accessible without being predictable. In one, the poet removes a toad, hibernating in a pot, which will surely die if left “well above the frost line.” In another, the poet kills and flushes a spider found in the corner of the bedroom ceiling, but the next night, he carries another in a Mason jar to the garden.

I did mention there are lots of spiders.

There is humor—“Females who have mostly dispensed/with men” or the female praying mantis who eats the head of the male while he’s mating with her. “And it’s not that he moves faster/without his head.//Well, actually,/that is the horrible thing.”

Tomasko uses the trope of non-human creatures to lead readers through the very human subject of grief, how verb tenses can be tricky. Is one day is was the next. He says, “The body hungers on despite the question of tense.”

Intimate without being sentimental—maybe that’s what love should be, not cloying expressions of sentiment—hearts and flowers or initials carved into a tree trunk or beachy, sunset proposals. In Tomasko’s world, a marriage proposal is a description of a hatch of dragonfly larvae.

Still, his wife wishes he’d write more love poems.

The algae-covered sloth fur is the only home
the sloth moths know. The only place they live.
I know it’s a Darwinian thing, but fidelity
comes to mind. Commitment. Patience.
The world writes love poems all the time.

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Karla Huston is the author of A Theory of Lipstick (Main Street Rag: 2013) as well as seven chapbooks, most recently, Outside of a Dog: 2013 (dancinggirlpress.com). Her poems, reviews and interviews have been published widely, including the 2012 Pushcart Best of the Small Presses anthology

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