The characters in Ronna Bloom’s new collection In a Riptide are tired, sick, old, fragile, baffled, worried, dying, dead, uncertain, snacking, happy, generous, preoccupied, horny, astonished, and sometimes free. Emily Dickinson and Bukowski show up in the same poem. The Buddha has a shower. And Sisyphus is released from his burdens. It’s the hospital meets the circus. Here, humour, darkness, and ecstasy mingle, and the chaos doesn’t stop. But there’s breath in these poems. There’s life.
Praise for In a Riptide
“Ronna Bloom wades into the dark waters of illness, old age, and death, swims out and returns bearing hope and humour. Here’s a voice to trust in our present riptide.” — Martha Baillie, author of There Is No Blue
“A marvel.” — Souvankham Thammavongsa, author of Pick a Colour

