Steve Davenport Book order

Steve Davenport’s Bruise Songs is aggressive—21st century blues, a rap for the times, a hymn for the hurts we bear and for which we recover.  As the poet invokes in “Dear Horse I Rode In On,” his poetry is the curl of rind the lick of salt the shaved barkings of all these lines or limes I cut and squeeze for bruise songs, my cowboy brag.  Rhyme is everything in song.  You done me wrong. He leads us to muddy waters where he asks us to sing his “two-chord, carp killin’ river song,” or gives us access to love letters to cerebral   “I find the clot you leave under the bruise.  I ask that you open lines of time.”  It takes a life to sing blues so hauntingly.