The first time I heard Sara read her poems was in Hickory, NC. She didn’t even need the mic as she recited (from memory) a long poem from her first chapbook before reading from her full length collection.
Since then I’ve had the chance to spend time at different events with Sara, including reading with her in Fuquay-Varina, NC. She is a ball of fire and that vivacity comes through in her new chapbook Memory Bones.
Sara has fun telling these stories that are shaped around the bones of her past. There are poems about her “white mother” vs her black mother (the housekeeper) as well as first loves and longer relationships that all have some level of marrow into making us who we are.
The poems flow fairly nicely from piece to piece with a sense of a loose architecture (much like the tendons that hold our bones together even though they don’t often touch), but there are a few that feel slightly out of place such as the final poem in the collection which is actually fantastic but I’m not sure flowed as well as the rest of the collection.
It is hard for me to pick out just one quote to mention, but how about some of the word choices in “Aunt Lena’s House”: until the day the rooster king chased me / screams, attacks, blood puckers on my legs. Yep, that is Sara at her southern, descriptive, dramatic and wonderful self.
Sara is one of the readers in this video I made at Poetry Hickory back in 2009 because you know you need a bit more!





