Pressure Cooker Love Bomb

by Bob Stallworthy

Poems masquerading as recipes, poems masquerading as survival guides, poems simmered in love, Pressure Cooker Love Bomb is a humorous collection of poems. Ruprai’s second collection is infused with intense sexuality, racial tensions, and questions of gender conformity. With various textures of poems, the collection reads as woman of colour’s manifesto with instructions.

$19.95 CAD

Weight .193 kg
Dimensions 9 × 6 × .25 in
Page Count

80

Binding

Soft Cover with flaps

Year Published

2019

Sharanpal Ruprai

Sharanpal Ruprai is an Assistant Professor in the Department of Women’s and Gender Studies at the University of Winnipeg. Sharanpal Ruprai’s début poetry collection, Seva, was a finalist for the Stephan G. Stephansson Award for Poetry by the Alberta Literary Awards. Her poetry is featured in a number of anthologies: GUSH: Menstrual Manifestos for Our Time, The Calgary RenaissanceRed Silk: An Anthology of South Asian Canadian Women Poets, and Exposed. Pressure Cooker Love Bomb is her second collection of poetry.
Other books by Sharanpal Ruprai
Seva, Frontenac House Poetry, 2014
There is much to be learned and appreciated in this project. Sikh culture and mores unfold in a poetic narrative that both entices and educates. Arrangement of the words on the page and the Sikh words complement the telling. Clear images. Consistent mode of foreboding.
~Barb Carter

I think it’s wonderful. I found it powerful and a way into a secret world. I laughed and wept. It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to talk about it – on and off the air.”
~Shelagh Rogers

sweet like jalebi

Someone said this is your first lover, you will never want to leave her.
~ Dionne Brand

i let the words fly
like a lover tossing her lover
a rope to climb kiss me for real
you kissed me
that day i had my eyes closed
body navigates
knows love
like it knows heat
over skin sunlight bright
to open eyes

body melts takes a shape it remembers
breathes life back into forgotten moments
opens your mouth a taste of syrup set me ablaze

side of your neck, i lick,
suck on your earlobe
you are sweet like jalebi
you smell of the candy aisle
sticky on my lips a lick up and in around
i suck sweet out you will be my first lover
you will linger take me into your mouth

i tell you that i want to grow old
with you when i’m old i’ll garden
in overalls and rainbow rain boots
no bra no underwear
every evening we will have jalebis
in hot milk

it will be years later before,
i write a different poem for you
these poems will spoon you like a poem should
but for right now kiss me for real again and again
and just for you, again