"Saving Lives," from Blue

Blue

One day away from the official launch of Blue. We will visit with our children for Canadian Thanksgiving. Thanks indeed.

 

 

Blue

 

 

My second poetry collection, Blue, is now available! A collection about depression, grief and the transformative power of art. 

 

My deepest gratitude to everyone who has helped in the creation of this collection, especially my two children.

 

 

 

 

[Writing this book was a dangerous and vulnerable venture (for both myself and my son), so why did I write it? 1. As Rilke wrote to his Polish translator, Witold von Hulewicz, “...our task is to stamp this provisional, perishing earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its being may rise again, 'invisibly,' in us.” 2. To prove to myself that value can come from grief, from sorrow. 3. To prove to my children that value can come from grief, from sorrow. 4. Celan: “Your mother's soul hovers ahead. / Your mother's soul helps to navigate night, reef after reef. / Your mother's soul whips on the sharks at the bow...” To try to be the mother's soul. 5. As a way of touching, being together, an intimacy, a solace. Yannis Ritsos, “I hide beyond simple things so you'll find me; / if you don't find me, you'll find the things, / you'll touch what my hand has touched, / our hand-prints will merge.” 6. To create a record, one version. To understand. To preserve. 7. Probably, also, to seal off—to create a new beginning point for myself, my children. 8. Perhaps to offer something of value to others. 9. Selfishly, to survive. 10. To strengthen my bravery, so that I (and we) might move forward.]

A Second Poetry Collection, Blue

 

I've written a book. My second. And in a way, the writing of a book is easier for me than asking for anyone to read or buy it. However, a great deal of energy goes into the making of a book and not all of the energy is mine.

To honour those people who are the subjects of the writing, to honour those who are affected directly by the writing, to honour others who suffer from depression or who love and support those who suffer from depression, to honour the writers who have already spent time with the book and endorsed it (Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, John Sibley Williams, Emily Tristan Jones and Barton Smock), and to honour my publisher (Jean Huets) who has believed in this work, I take this moment to share with you this newest poetry collection that is forthcoming in October of this year from Circling Rivers, Blue.

Blue is a journey of grief and healing, hope and determination. It is the record of a child (my son) moving through depression toward adulthood, and a mother's love, her need to redeem that which wounds.

Closer to publication, I hope to share some audio of the poems with you and perhaps (I hope hope hope) a piece of music written by my son with the collection Blue in mind.

If you purchase (pre-order available now in the U.S. and Canada) the book, thank you. If you read the book, thank you. If you hear the book, receive the book, my deepest gratitude and tenderest understanding — in this way, we are not alone.

  

(*Cover art, Blue Heart, Kathleen Loe. If you'd like to touch base, you can reach me at thetinyleaf@gmail.com)

thinking silence

 "When everything happens at once, no conflicts can occur."

from Hayden Carruth's "Of Distress Being Humiliated by the Classical Chinese Poets"

thinking of Morandi's bottles (and Charles Wright)

"Our lives, it turns out, are still-lifes, glass bottles and fruit,

Dead animals, flowers, 

  

                                the edges of this and that

Which drop off, most often, to indeterminate vacancy.

We're beautiful, and hung up to dry...

 

We don't know what counts—

It's as simple as that, isn't it,

                                             we just don't know what counts."

Charles Wright

from "Body and Soul"