This week we are featuring author Katie Lewington and her poetry collection: “Put Me Down, I’m Terrible.“
But before we explore this insightful and entertaining work, let us discover what does Katie Lewington suggest for us this Friday evening to pair with the reading.
Some type of red wine. Probably Mateus. I’ve been to Portugal a few times and they drink a lot of it there. Wine always reminds me of Portugal. I love the place.
About the wine:
A brand of medium-sweet sparkling rosé wine, Mateus has been produced in Portugal since 1942. It is styled to appeal to North American and northern European markets.
So let us kick back relaxing with a glass of this fine sounding wine and discover more about “Put Me Down, I’m Terrible.”
In Put Me Down I’m Terrible, Katie Lewington explores mundanity: a couple making love in a car, a woman preparing for a date, a donut shop. But to say these occurrences are mundane is only half the story. In poetry as achingly familiar as it is uncharted, Lewington feeds readers scenes of fumbling vulnerability, teeth-clenching honesty, and unrelenting self-awareness. There’s something in every poem that rings true; the awkward intimacy of a dentist appointment, the doldrum of Mondays, the inexorable journey of stray hairs. But Lewington takes these occurrences further, with precision as sharp as a knife, making the familiar strange and shaking up the norm. A walk of shame becomes a woman’s sphere for agency. Cold sores become a badge of power. New shoes, an insufficient patch. Uncompromisingly honest and hauntingly explorative, Put Me Down I’m Terrible is a celebration of the now, the everyday life, and the vulnerability that comes with it. As Lewington pens in one of the poems, “I don’t need to journey I’m gonna celebrate where I’m at.” Each poem is a celebration, and the collection, a festival unto itself.
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About the Author:
Katie Lewington is a UK based writer and has been drafting, editing and rewriting her bio since she started submitting to literary magazines and journals two years ago. It isn’t as if she doesn’t know who she is, she just isn’t sure what is relevant. Her creative writing can be read at https://katiecreativewriterblog.wordpress.com and https://gumroad.com/katielewington
She can be contacted through Twitter @idontwearahat
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