A mix of fairy tales, horror stories, and raw reflections of all stages of life, the poems in Amy Henry Robinson’s collection NOT EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE are at once visceral and beautiful, raw and gentle, spare and abundant. The title is taken from her poem “Not the Jasmine,” which ends with the lines: “reminding me that not / everything is terrible” — a perfect microcosmic distillation of the collection. Over and over again, Robinson’s poems scrape away the surface of things to reveal the terrifying messiness beneath. But there are also countless moments of grace, of play, and of metatextuality which quietly insist that we remember the “not” in front of “everything is terrible.” – Jennifer Hudak, Hugo and Pushcart Prize nominated writer of poetry, essay, and fiction
Filled with tiny moments and heavy ones, NOT EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE brings a wry and intimate humor to the beauty and the pain of life, spanning medical trauma, illness, love, and grief while also offering companionship. Ultimately, this is a collection that reminds us that every quiet moment matters, and that we are not alone in our grief, our pain, or our hope for healing and acceptance. – Tacoma Tomilson, Writer, Co-Owner and Editor Apparition Literary Magazine
NOT EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE by Amy Henry Robinson is a study of what haunts us: age, mortality, injury, heartbreak, and the wee beasties that go bump in the night. This poetry collection places you in your body, lets you feel the chronic ache of memory and weight of the future. Amy’s words are a balm for aches you didn’t know you had, letting you know you are more than your pain or loss, that your joy is just as essential as your breath. These poems seize joy in the smallest moments, delicately holding your hand and telling you “Tomorrow is uncertain and/Hope is hard to find”. – Rebecca Bennett, Owner/Editor Heartlines Magazine and Apparition Literary Magazine, Poet and Writer
The comfort of an old friend made new again in the vestiges of whimsical terrors, lost loves, chronic illness, and the mundanity of modern Americana. – Marie Baca Villa, Artist, Writer, Flash Fiction Editor