Patient Property gathers together sixty-one haiku and tanka about Kirsten Cliff Elliot’s journey through leukaemia. Though at times challenging in their topics, these small poems reward rereading. They are studded throughout with lines and thoughts that can flip readers’ perspectives and heighten awareness of the world in which we live and sometimes suffer.
From the afterword by Patricia Prime
The book communicates the awful sense that something important is changing and becoming lost, in poetry which is wrought with the subtlety we expect and love in these concise forms. For a work to become polished and remain natural-seeming is a challenge which faces all writers, and it’s one that Kirsten Cliff Elliot has met with aplomb. This is brave writing, not just because the poet has faced leukaemia and its recovery period but because she has refrained from self-pity, exploring the human emotions invoked by the experiences, and the questions and answers that arise from them.
From the foreword by Owen Bullock
Haynes seems to open the pages of her journal and place them trustingly in the reader’s hands. There is no putting on airs, no trying to be someone she is not. Instead, quietly and humbly the reader is shown where the poet has been and where she is now. It is not by any means a life free of struggle but rather one from which she strives to heal.
In this collection, the poet shares her celebrations and struggles as a young mother with her honest, endearing, sometimes heart-breaking and extremely relatable poems.
—Julie Warther, A New Rosonance 11
In leftover ribbon, Tia Haynes takes us on an intimate journey through motherhood, mapped out by a mix of short-form poems including haiku, senryu, haibun and cherita. Here we follow the poet as she navigates through late night bottles and lullabies to changing body image issues and ideas of what a mother should be. Indeed, while many poems explore deep, complex emotions and dark themes, such as “morning cartoons/I shake out/the last pill”—at the core of this collection is an ever-jubilant sense of love, joy, and wonder of being mama, most beautifully expressed in the titular poem.
—Caroline Skanne, Founder and Editor of hedgerow: a journal of small poems