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The Treasures That Prevail
The Treasures That Prevail
The Treasures That Prevail
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The Treasures That Prevail

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The Treasures That Prevail is about climate change and its effects on Miami; the poems in this collection confront the ills of modern society in general, mourn both public and personal losses, and predict the difficulties of a post-modern life in a flooded, Atlantis-like lost city. The narrators are two unnamed women, married with a teenage daughter and a teenage son, who live in a part of Miami that will be underwater unless action is taken. The Treasures That Prevail is a parable about what could happen to any of our low-lying coastal cities if we don’t start to make changes now.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 24, 2016
ISBN9781944856045
The Treasures That Prevail
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Jen Karetnick

Jen Karetnick is a Miami-based writer, poet, dining critic, and educator. She is the author or coauthor of sixteen books, including the award-winning cookbook Mango and The 500 Hidden Secrets of Miami. Her latest book of poetry, The Treasures That Prevail, was a finalist for the Poetry Society of Virginia Book Prize. She is co-founder/co-editor of the literary journal, SWWIM Every Day. Her freelance work has appeared in various outlets including TheAtlantic.com, GoodHousekeeping.com, Guernica, Miami Herald, Southern Living, Today.com, and USA Today. Find her on Twitter @Kavetchnik and on Instagram and Facebook @JenKaretnick.

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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    This is a quirky little book of poetry. Not only does it play with very difficult-to-pull-off rhyme schemes (I think I saw a ghazal, a sonnet, a sestina, and a villanelle, but don't quote me on that), each poem utilizes at least one "found" poetic verse. The result is that the Miami Karetnick depicts--one whose shores are buried by the wash of tidal floods (a result of global warming)--is construed through the happenstance of the detritus that bobs along the surface, both meaningnessly and meaningfully.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    This book is very powerful, thought provoking. I didn'the expect it to be a very dark book because I didn't read the synopsis fully, so that i don't ruin or spoil the poems for myself. I really enjoyed it, but at some point in there made me cringe. It's very discriptive, but in a very short sense of way. I'm going to read it again to make all my favorite parts of it because it's a very honest, and I really like that. I felt a lot of power in every word. That is absolutely fantastic, and I love the social aspects in here because they all make sense even though they're pretty dark. I love this, and I hope I get to read more books or poems like this in the future. Highly recommend for anyone that's not afraid of the dark truths that are usually hidden.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    It was a witty book of poetry that was hard to put down. I enjoyed reading the flow of beautiful ideas.I would recommend it to poetry enthusiasts.

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The Treasures That Prevail - Jen Karetnick

Wanna make a prep plan for sea level rise?

—from 40 Things You'll Never Hear a Miamian Say, TimeOut Miami

Miami as the Narrator of the Next Great

American Novel: A Personetelle

I've been called the Gateway to the Caribbean.

I've been nicknamed the American Riviera.

But these voices give other places authority.

I will run this story like a country of my own

making, play with its characters like a child

with grapes, change settings from key to mainland

with no regard for causeways or beach sand

or clear-cut dialogue that makes editors smile.

I will run this story like a country of my own

and the plot will conflict with itself, man versus

hurricane, man versus not the heat but what is

the humidity. It won't all make sense when done.

Call me a god or just a dog with a fishbone,

but I will run this story like a country of my own.

Rebranding the Gods

Used to be, the gods were less

expensive. Used to be they'd take

a plump, golden chicken in exchange

for ordinary feats – the turning

of a noncompliant man into a laurel

tree, a woman into a carved and polished

column of the finest fleur de sel.

That kind of thing. Then Nike became

a problem with her fancy chariot,

her mantra of win, win, win. Certainly

her sponsor encouraged the beat, beat

of her muscular wings, pulsing open

and closed like gills. Currency caught on.

The market ran to competition. It was

all the foulest play from there.

Ode to a Broken Zip Code

I. Subdivision

Avocado and mango

trees line up

despite

property lines, ficus

privacy fences, destroyed by white fly, AWOL soldiers.

II. Venue

Committees of vultures

hold council, decide

policy

from the highest

roof, corroding all they survey with their waste.

III. Spirit Animals

Miccosukee no longer

paddle up canals

trading

venison for mango.

Still, the ghosts of deer hang like fruit.

Home of the R.I.P. T-Shirts

A gritty pocket of Liberty City,

papered with pictures of the dead,

this booth is the ghetto's obituary.

When a well-known dope boy is murdered,

Studio X is overwhelmed with orders.

They come to stamp their grief

on plaques and neck-lace charms, to press

their loss on standard tees

as symbols of immortality

to wear to wakes, the store, the Laundromat,

the gas station in thuggin' memory.

Here, designers are archivists of death

and apathy is the color of choice.

Rough Diamond Fib

You,

who

mistook

the trash bin

of a subsidized

suicide for a mannequin,

patrol the parking lot of your body's neighborhood,

case the front desk, the balcony.

Reserve help. Fired,

your corpse, left

behind,

will

smoke.

Dear YKW,

TBH, I'm still SMH. I should have

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