Poetry, Chaos of Life, by Joy Jewett
Sixty days. Over three hundred poems. One woman telling the truth.
Poetry, Chaos of Life is Joy Jewett’s debut collection, and it does not ease you in gently. It begins with a woman who walked runways in her youth, survived cancer twice, lost her heart to Covid, buried a husband of thirty-six years and discovered, afterward, that the life they built together had quietly disappeared along with him. No money. No house. No version of the future she had planned.
What she had was words. God gave her that, she says, and she means it.
The collection moves across love and grief, faith and fury, nature and memory, tenderness and betrayal. There are sonnets and parables, prayers and personal essays, poems addressed to a cardinal outside a winter window and poems addressed to men who stole her photographs on dating sites. There are poems about hummingbirds, about her four sisters, about children playing in a river on a hot afternoon, about what it means to be a woman in her seventies who still wants to be chosen.
Joy Jewett poems about life and love do not keep a comfortable distance from their subject. They arrive at your door having already decided to tell you everything.