Unraveling Mystery and Memory: A Riveting Dive into Nin Andrews’ Son of a Bird
Andrews’s gift for writing poetry makes each of her memories, no matter how large or small, light up the page. The childhood Andrews in the opening poem pictures her older self “as an old woman looking back or down, like an owl swooping over the fields of the past, memories like scared mice scampering through the grass.” On the night as a child when Death visited her dreams so vividly that she thought she had died, Andrews “walked to the window and saw the full moon flooding the fields and hills as if everything were dressed in a bridal veil.” Each line reaches out and tugs at the soul, threatening to grasp the threads of forgotten memories from your own childhood.
