Blood Orange
"In a world grown increasingly disjointed, there must be a place for poetry that celebrates family. But if poetry itself has become perishable, as the sportswriting poet Recah Trinidad says, what does that make family? One big happy worm family? Not yet, not yet, because in Blood Orange there's still room for innocence and beauty to be born." -The Philippine Star, Juaniyo Arcellana. See the full review here: philstar.com/arts-and-culture/2013/12/30/1272816/blood-bruised-oranges"What Angela Torres seeks, and what she gives us again and again in these fine poems--when she sees a branch bent by the weight of blood oranges the children have already picked and eaten, when she remembers the warm scent of night jasmine drifting into the window from the porch, when she describes her father's care with the remnant of a bar of soap gone thin during the days of her mother's absence--. . . . is the amazing vividness of a world that flourishes in the moment of its vanishing." -Brooks Haxton, author of three books of poetry; professor at Syracuse Univ. & Warren Wilson MFA Program". . . a book that comes alive with vivid imagery that appeals to all the senses: