“The little girl inside of Javelin Hardy has matured into a beautiful, powerful woman capable of healing others using her personal experience and training in her therapeutic profession. And what more of a blessing it will be as this collection of poems, The Girl Inside Me, goes further out into the world and touches the lives of so many more.” —Kimberly Robinson Green,
THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE CHICKADEE:
The philosopher scattered grains of wisdom
Abroad for his local birds.
The finch and the siskin ignored them,
But the chickadee thought, Why not?
The philosopher saw her later by the pond.
“I was infused with knowledge,” she said,
“About the world and beyond,
But I couldn’t fly.”
I’ll dance with you / Across your dream, wear / My big old heart on my sleeve. / I’m looking for the dream / I had when I was young. / Now, I’m broken, unsteady. / Limping west / On Highway 99 with you / My only sunshine. / I see you in the shadows, / Believe I can wait forever / For one more dance, one more dream, / One more call.
On the back of seahorses’ eyes is a tapestry of wonder and of words, poems, tales, memoirs, that open the reader to the possibilities of universes within universes. Don Cauble, a spiritual traveler, takes us on the journey from the early 1960s–when he was young but already wise–to the present.
John F. Dresen began writing poetry a few months after the death of his beloved wife Phyllis. At first, he tried to write of his loss, but soon found solace in writing to his bride as though he were speaking to her as they had done during their twenty-nine years of marriage. With his characteristic wry humor, John writes, “I can just see St. Peter saying, ‘Phyllis, you’ve got mail!’ “
The poems in Diane Averill’s new collection range over a wide and various territory — satirical and lyrical, sensuous and austere — and show the keen eye and precision of language that have always characterized her work. Clearly, this is the work of a poet at the top of her game.
When I arrived at the Siletz School for the after-school program to write poems, the first thing the kids said was, We don’t know how to write poems! But they know what their houses do while they are at school, and they know what their imaginations like to eat.