Miya Folick // This Time Around

Post by Misha

Sound like an open flame, a finger dipping into candlewax. There’s this way of writing about longing that gets right to the heart of it. Lush, yes. Painful, yes. But also unsettling. Off-center. Every detail filed down to dagger point.

I’m reading All-Night Pharmacy right now, a novel by Ruth Madievsky. I love the way she writes desire – obsession, really. A clinician’s eye for the specific crashing into the wide-open language of need. Take these lines from one of my favorite poems of hers, Shadowboxing, from the collection Emergency Brake:

To address someone I love
the way a knife is thrown at a tree.

There’s something like that in this song, too. Little moments that grab at the wheel, swerving in and out of the oncoming heat.

Pre-order Miya Folick’s forthcoming album, Erotica Veronica, here.