"Sit back, buckle your seatbelts. Resurrection Onions is a roller coaster ride, a journey through darkness and a secrecy of shadows that falls beyond the abyss of expectations. "Resentment answers my prayers." Hope, like slivers of sunrays in a hurricane, bring a sense of joy wrapped in deceit. "...the death count yet to be determined" and "A man I never met fills with me questions." Borders manages to redefine the word family throughout his poems. The reader is compelled, a leash around the neck, drawn to the next page, next poem, where the leash becomes a noose, and we need to know "Frost kills dreams."
"Impersonations came naturally. I loved being someone else, / somewhere else." We are walking in the narrator's shoes, footfall echoes from a past tattooed with strife, an abuse of trust and yet "you gazed into my face, and I knew / for the rest of time I would feel joy." Borders' words do not wallow, do not beg the reader to overlook anything, or offer forgiveness for guilt and shame. Each poem is a snapshot revealing just what the reader needs to know, arranged in a brilliant sequence of retellings. Resurrecting Onions is a travelogue of 'The loneliness that I miss." And suspicions posed in poetic paper, "... filled with her own denial." Self-recriminations leave a trail of metaphors the reader picks up to examine, "Whispers fed my suspicions." Each poem knotted to the next and the previous, generations to span a pathway of raw admissions that slit my resolve and had me hugging each line of verse in gratitude for a sharing, a healing, a collection of poems I will never forget, and will read again and again in the light of love and respect. James holds out his hand; take it, take the journey with him at your side. It will leave you changed."
J R Turek 2019 Long Island Poet of the Year; poet, editor, mentor; workshop leader