Ragtag Giggagon

Can’t we all identify as black sheep occasionally? Don’t we occasionally vent at, or declare our love for, those who don’t deserve it? Do we not engage in retail therapy? Haven’t we all stayed home instead of going to parties occasionally, due to social anxiety? Well then, Natasha Helen Crudden wants to have a quick – and powerfully eloquent – word in your ear. Much of this poetry is directed at persons. These subjects are rarely the general reader. The power of much of the work, however, lies in taking many of her admonitions, tributes, compliments and criticisms personally. The beauty of much of this talented poet’s work is in the identifiable. Trigger Warning , for instance, is directed at a (probable) female whose “killer Achilles heels” and “summer wardrobe of disorders” provide validation. It transpires that this subject doesn’t have “all that much to say”, falling back on trigger warnings as an excuse to retreat after causing the mayhem typical of somebody with (...