Ruan Bradford Wright
REVIEWS of Toe Rag
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Full of diverse characters! We have all known a Toe Rag or two in our lives and may have treated them poorly. This is an interesting and insightful story on seeing someone in a new "light" and not judging them on their looks and ways. The author weaves a story unlike any I have read and leaves me wanting more.
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AMAZINGG! You have to buy this book. It was such a cute read and i'm buying another for my niece!
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Magical book of fantasy. Great read.
Barnes & Noble reviewer 2023
Barnes & Noble reviewer 2023
Barnes & Noble reviewer 2024
REVIEWS of thought-fish
Ruan Bradford Wright's Poetry is like the cat in "Fat," "svelte/and lithe/with nine/long/lives/each of them/fat." This is a collection you read and when you finish, start over and read again. Colorful, fun, thought-provoking and original. My favorites include "Bluebell Picking, England, 1964," "We played Monopoly," "thought-fish" -- what a great title -- "Boy on a Bike," "This Morning," "As if Satisfied," "Chauvinist," "Jesus Preaches to the Sheep," and "The Wisdom Tree" (how I wish I had written that.) All of these poems give us something new. They will leave you feeling as satisfied as "...Sunday afternoons when I was a child/ in front of the fire/ after a big family dinner."
John Lehman, founder Rosebud Magazine, poetry editor of Wisconsin People & Ideas.
From its humorous, quirky beginnings to its lovely elegiac conclusions Ruan Bradford Wright's poetry is right on, with her search for meaning in an elegant sequence of places and positions -- churches and yoga, color's burst and snowfall's blank --through words that shift into unique expressive shapes, some accompanied by her own drawings -- thoughts worth fishing for.
Tom Roby, ex President, Poet's Club of Chicago
These are finely crafted poems that reach out like vines from the memories of childhood, probing fiery tendrils through the debris we have laid about us. But the sensual seeds that ripen from them are nothing childlike. They open from brittle gems into aching caves of feeling, shrouded with country walks, prayers, beliefs begetting lives, and musty curtains that are parted with a gentle but determined hand.
Jared Smith,poet, www.Jaredsmith.info