By Kelly L. Vance
By Kelly L. Vance
By Eric Potter
"Things now not Seen is by means of turns knowingly ironic, linguistically playful, lyrically intimate, celebratory of kinfolk, the flora and fauna, temporary pleasures, and clever. those bold poems discover layers of religion, love, and moral dedication. Things now not Seen is a unconditionally enjoyable assortment . . . [which] bears similar to a very complete poet."
--Philip Terman, Professor of English, Clarion college, Co-Director, Chautauqua Writers' Festival
"The poems in Things no longer Seen are, satirically, clear-sighted, taking a look unflinchingly on the realities of our day-by-day doubts, sufferings, and the lies we inform ourselves and every different. in the course of those betrayals, in spite of the fact that, are life-giving surprises and infusions of grace, pointing, like John the Baptist, to Christ overwhelmed for us. they're Imago Dei, respiring incarnations. they're themselves icons, small masterpieces that lead us to complete devotion."
--Jill Baumgaertner, Professor of English, Dean of Humanities and Theological reviews, Wheaton university; Poetry editor, The Christian Century
"Playful and earnest, those lucid poems will focus your cognizance 'the approach a magnifying / glass // gathers the light solar / to make some degree / so heated it will probably begin / a blaze.' In poem after poem, Things now not Seen supplies facts of devoted notion. For right here they arrive, like daffodils, 'green / nails bursting / in the course of the snow.'"
--Paul J. Willis, Say This Prayer into the Past
"The placid surfaces of those elegantly rendered poems depart me unprepared for the microbursts in their internal and outer climate. From dandelions to Christmas playing cards, Potter contemplates the 'tepid pleasures' of the realm, turning them and turning them till i'm moved, as he's, through what Baudelaire referred to as 'jolts of consciousness,' every now and then epiphanic, yet simply as frequently wistful and pensive."
--L. S. Klatt, affiliate Professor of English, Calvin College
Eric Potter is Professor of English at Grove urban university (PA) the place he teaches classes in inventive writing, American literature, and glossy poetry. he's the writer of 2 poetry chapbooks, Heart Murmur (2010) and Still Life (2010).
By Diane Glancy
Glancy wrote as an observer--as an individual who had talked to the scholars within the universities--who had skilled a foreboding of what was once forward for Syria, in particular after hearing the unrest of the scholars. within the brilliant solar, as they walked towards her, smiling, she felt an inexplicable aspect of grief. She heard the will of the folk to be loose. Later, following the rebellion of civil warfare at the information, she knew she was once seeing the fee the Syrians might pay for that wish.
A stopover at to a overseas state leaves a part of oneself in that position. yet whatever in go back is taken. This number of poems explores the "something that's taken" with implications for the Christian believer and the problems concerned. What should be performed in a global packed with refugees? Is there whatever to do except stand again and watch?
"To trace the complexities of being an alien abroad and to additionally think of the unusual intimacy of the tale all of us inhabit: this is often what Diane Glancy asks us to do. She attends to this fractured, uneasy, very unlikely stability, relocating among the center East and her personal tale, and rises as much as the Divine the query of what to do within the face of insufferable human brutality and human tenderness."
--Anne M. Doe Overstreet, writer of Delicate equipment Suspended
Diane Glancy is professor emerita at Macalester university. Her 2014-15 books are castle Marion Prisoners and the Trauma of local schooling, collage of Nebraska Press (creative nonfiction), report back to the dept of the inner, collage of latest Mexico Press (poetry), and 3 novels, rebellion of Goats (the voices of 10 Biblical women), considered one of Us (the church a assassin left in his wake), and Ironic Witness (a minister's spouse reveals herself in hell). between her awards are nationwide Endowment for the humanities Fellowships, a Minnesota booklet Award, and an American e-book Award.
By Mary Anne Beyer-Tweed
She models a literary necklace such as love, peace, and nature poems.
By D. S. Martin
Praise for therefore the Moon wouldn't Be Swallowed
(Award of Merit-2008-The observe Guild)
"This little chapbook took me unexpectedly, with poem after poem surprising with damn expectancies for the reader in a fashion no less than just a little mimetic of the harrowing conditions defined. the ultimate 3 strains of 'Good house responsibilities' will function an instance of poems which are demanding, powerful, taut. by way of maintaining the gathering to 1 cycle of poems, the poet has left us short of more--much extra. The old realities which are underlying upload a size of gravitas, as does the truth that those tales proceed throughout the a long time given that. this can be robust writing with a particular voice."
-Maxine Hancock, writer and professor at Regent university, Vancouver
"My in simple terms remorse approximately this assortment used to be that it wasn't longer."
-Violet Nesdoly, Utmost Christian Writers
"This is what poetry can do: take volumes of letters and find the kernels, distil years of information with subtlety and a tolerance for ambiguity, remain devoted to the historic list and retell a compelling story."
-Hannah Main-van der Kamp, in religion this day; writer of in keeping with Loon Bay
D. S. Martin is a Canadian whose poetry has seemed in different literary journals and magazines resembling Arc, Canadian Literature, Christianity & Literature, The Christian Century, The Fiddlehead, First issues, and Queen's Quarterly. His chapbook, So the Moon wouldn't Be Swallowed, was once released with Rubicon Press in 2007.
By Colette Lachele
By Jack Bartlett
The huge activity of penning this many poems introduced the author's consciousness to prayer itself, and to the character of creative expression, which can't be pressured, yet needs to come of its personal. The succeeding "visitations" of the information or inspirations gave cause to think that, no longer strangely, the writer had aid from the very ONE being written to, and about.
"At a going-away get together years in the past, Jack Bartlett gave me a gift--a folder of his poems, loved items of his center and brain tying these elements of his being with these of mine. After many, many steps in our pilgrimage, he now deals simply this sort of reward to others. In those prayer-poems his phrases carry for us what his center and brain understand of affection, peace, and grace--and a God who catches up all our hearts and minds in loving embrace."
--L. Wayne Bryan
Executive Minister, Retired
South Carolina Christian motion Council
"A magazine 'launched' on the writer, written generally in solitude, the place he unearths himself 'like a iciness foot and not using a sock,' day-by-day, inside of his Texas cabin, in a canoe, or trundling notwithstanding autumn woods, Bartlett's 'A 12 months of Prayers' heralds his shape-shifting Lord as 'the maestro of majestic cohesion.' His radiant verses usually echo the playfulness of G. M. Hopkins, the surprising center jolts of Reynolds cost, and the fierce, psalmic inquisitions and jubilations of King David. one year of luminous tanagers and hummingbird wings, 'pink moon seasons' and 'hemlock canopies,' nursing houses and Roman villas, squaddies and youngsters, DNA and melanoma, fireplace ants and catfish, paintings and track, his personal blindness and visionary ecstasies, the deaths of his mom and dad and births of grandchildren; all visible as presents, on his 'peaceful or tumultuous experience' at the 'trail for your love'--encountering God."
Professor of Art
Mississippi country University
Jack Bartlett is a Professor Emeritus of Mississippi nation college. He has one booklet of poetry released, colours, released in 2001. he's additionally a painter of landscapes and the typical world.
By D M Charette
Please forgive this skeptic
for discovering poetry,
in the methods our lives betray
By M. A. Benjamin