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  1. TBR Suggestions

    So we often have friends releasing new books. And we love to recommend them. Here’s our book recommendations. We try to get it done every Saturday but we are busy so we may have missed a few.

    1. Weeds and Stars By Lisa Rosenberg From the celestial to the ground beneath our feet, from supernovas and nebulas to dandelions and the beautiful mundanity of the everyday, Weed and Stars houses us in the living herbarium of its vibrant poetry.— Ariel Francisco Henriquez Cos, Judge, 2025 Hilary Tham Capital Collection PRE-ORDERS ONLY AT THIS TIME. RELEASE DATE IS APRIL 21.
    2. About to Disappear by Robbi Nester About to Disappear is a poetry collection that explores the limits of ekphrasis; that is, descriptions and reflections on works of art in order to expand their meaning. The book is separated into four sections: Ex Nihilo, Adaptation, Law of Attraction, and Ad Nihilum. The first and final sections-translated as “from nothing, returning to nothing”-act as bookends. Ex Nihilo includes poems about imagination, optics, creation, and and development; while poems in the final section, Ad Nihilum, are about trauma, unmaking, climate change, and catastrophe. Poems in the middle sections are about artistic, psychological, and physical transformations, and natural history and community. Artworks included are from contemporary artists-as well as such artists as Vermeer, Grant Wood, John Singer Sargent, and Edward Hopper.
    3. It’s Easy to Lose Your Breath by Kevin Risner Anchored by the first years of the Covid-19 pandemic, Kevin A. Risner’s debut full-length poetry collection It’s Easy to Lose Your Breath is both introspective and outward-facing, rippling from the poet’s inner life into family and friendships, work and unemployment, suburban life, and wildlife. The collection draws on daydreams and nightmares, small animals’ housecalls, and memories of childhood. Concerns about health and emotional well-being intermingle with the worries about what climate change will bring in a world hellbent on maintaining the capitalist status quo. Though not without that unbeatable Rust Belt hope, this is a collection that sits with the heavy weight of what the powers that be have done to the natural world and what it might take for ordinary people to survive in the years and decades to come. “It’s Easy to Lose Your Breath reflects on our collective quarantine year with a burgeoning hope in the face of dread’s drumbeat. It’s no surprise that Kevin A. Risner’s poems snap with a pulse from The National because both yearn for what could be (or for what could’ve been) amid bedraggled reality. ‘I’m the only human who weeps for this lone songbird,’ Risner writes, but his poetry connects us. We all feel, and weep, with Risner through his poems. With our hearts on our sleeves, we struggle as one with ‘[t]he knowledge that I can try my best and I might still fail.’ The year 2020 separated us, but It’s Easy to Lose Your Breath brings us together.” – Mitchell Nobis, author of The Size of the Horizon, or, I Explained Everything to the Trees
    4. The Weather Inside by Stevie Edwards In The Weather Inside, Stevie Edwards measures the emotional atmosphere of a mind navigating bipolar disorder, complex PTSD, generalized anxiety disorder, and alcoholism while forging intimacy and creative resilience in a rapidly declining world. Both as someone who has struggled with mental health and as a feminist approaching middle age, Edwards interrogates parenthood and marriage: What forms of nurturing survive when traditional roles and certainties do not? Can bringing children into a collapsing world still be an act of hope? When your partner does not want children, where should you divert your surfeit of love? The poet grieves, “I am chanting the name of a daughter / my husband doesn’t want / enough, the child I’ve spent years / not being sure I deserved.” This fiercely honest and intimate collection offers a vision of adulthood shaped by the capacity to inhabit an embattled inner world. With clarity and dark wit, Edwards probes the uneasy border between solitude and connection, asserting the relationship between caring for oneself and caring for the wider world.
    5. Where is the Green? by Carolyn Donnell The author/artist has paired her original artwork with her poetry in a way that makes you wonder which inspired the other. She writes both structured and unstructured verse, some poems as short (and deep) as haiku and others that meander from thought to thought, taking you along with them. There’s even a shaped poem…no spoilers, I’ll let you discover the image in the words for yourself.

       

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  2. A pad challenge response from Linda M Crate

    my heart still beats with music
    flying with a broken wing
    has never stopped me,
    the wing will heal;
    and my heart still beats
    with music—

    so let's give the psalm some
    rhythm and a lot of
    soul,

    let the chorus be a melody
    the world has never heard before;

    i am a weird girl dancing
    to the beat of my own
    drum—

    i am not a song you've ever
    heard before or will ever hear
    again so make sure you listen when I'm singing to you,

    because if you make me feel
    small and insignificant;

    then I'll keep my crow song to
    myself and join the rest of
    the misfit crows with my inky
    black wings.
    -linda m. crate


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  3. A pad challenge response from Linda M Crate

    where my magic is understood
    dragons in flight, freed from
    the tethers of anyone's need
    are so beautiful to watch;

    but there's a part of me that
    also wants to escape
    on the back of one into another
    realm where i am warmly
    accepted and loved
    where my magic is understood—

    some forgotten princess
    which is suddenly remembered,

    pulled away from a reality where
    she doesn't feel known
    or appreciated;

    ever since i was a little girl i thought
    perhaps if i were good enough
    my father would come find me
    and take me home—

    sometimes he was a prince
    or a king,
    but usually he was a vampire.
    -linda m. crate


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