The year in books


Over the past year, from last spring until the current spring, Deerbrook Editions has been working on nine new titles. Most of which are available if only from the press Website, but many are at the distributor, and on amazon. Most of these have come out since last fall. Last fall On The Badlands Of New Times, by Paul Bamberger of New Hampshire, appeared.

On The Badlands  combed-by-crows-cover-grab  9780999106228

There are four new Maine authors in this group (if you go back a bit more into 2017 there are more, Combed by Crows by Dennis Camire, and one notably Lesser Eternities by Jim Glenn Thatcher, a finalist in the Maine Literary Awards for poetry).

Last spring two Maine authors appeared, Leonore Hildebrandt’s poetry Where You Happen to Be, and Margaret Yocom’s erasure poetry, KIN S FUR (ALL KINDS OF FUR),

Poems by Leonore hildebrandt  cover grab KIN S  SWYC cov 9-11 copy

Many of these books have been reviewed.

This new year two more Maine authors have new books coming out, Say What You Can, poetry by Elizabeth Tibbetts, and The New Plantation: Lessons from Rikers Island, creative non-fiction/memoir, by Jason Trask. There is also Maine author Dawn Potter with a new book of poems currently in prepress titled Chestnut Ridge.

9780960029303  Daybook cov grab copy  What Lies Beyond

There are still more books in the works for this year. One book of prose poems by Toni Ortner of Vermont, Daybook I,  a deluxe size 7 x 10 format has just gone to press.

More poetry from other places include, What Lies Beyond, poems by Judith Farr of DC; Came Home to Winter, poems by Judtith Skillman of Washington; and Tomorrow, Today, and Yesterday by New York author J.R. Solonche.

Came Home to Winter cover  tomorrow, today, and yesterday cover grab

To visit the Website and see what is available click here. A similar post has click on covers linked to pages, as well as drop down menus and an index.

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All Men Are Mortal


Here is a favorite poem from Once It Stops by Florence Fogelin whose poems bring us “teetering between desire and fear” from a Mayan temple to San Francisco Bay.

 

 

All Men Are Mortal

 ∴

the

sign of

therefore,

of the cold logic

of why and what we

remember, what brought

us here: another war memorial,

another slant on death, the dead piled

into another pyramid, their names pressed

with salted fingers into granite. They were men;

all men are mortal. Did you think they’d live forever?

Between the why and therefore falls the shadow.

South and north of here,

on Southern courthouse lawns and Yankee greens,

black cannonballs kiss as much as need demands,

one

on three

three on six

six on ten & so on

death on death, as deliberate as a war’s careful explanation:

Reasons. Premises. Conclusion.

Washington’s smooth face expresses a way to remember,

a why to forget.

Once It Stops by Florence Fogelin

Cover features a photo by Ros Orford

 

Two new titles available


It’s Poetry Month all year long at Deerbrook, and now, new books out, and more in the works.

Go to this post post for I, Emily Dickinson & Other Found Poems, and Where You Happen to Be. Click on the covers or use the menus to find their pages.

Poems by Leonore hildebrandt       9780999106235

Recent titles from Deerbrook Editions


 

Deerbrook Editions new titles

Lots of new titles

Lots of recent titles of interest; check out the backlist post on the site.  Also many titles have previews of several pages on issuu.com which provides an excellent interactive catalog.

If you visit the site there are several menus for looking up titles, and most pages include reviews and endorsements about authors and titles, as well as embedded previews from issuu.com. The above link goes directly to all the currant previews.

When you order from the press Website in the USA you get free shipping. Usually sent media mail you get what amounts to a discount of about $2.60 off the price of a single title. Other presses often add shipping to the price of the book. It’s our way of saying thanks for ordering from the site. Also, please note that with PayPal you do not need an account with PayPal, you can use the card of your choice.

Beautiful


from Never Completely Awake 

Poem videos can be seen on the book page above.

Beautiful               by Martina Reisz Newberry

for my Aunt Jan who is . . .

Beautiful isn’t it,
the way some beaches are sand
and some are small, smooth rocks and
Beautiful
the way the water bends like molten silver
when the weather is hot and
it’s late in the afternoon?
Beautiful
the way the sky tears down the middle
for lightning and mends again later on
Beautiful
how breath turns white in the cold and
how the world’s roads move across the land
no matter what
Beautiful, isn’t it,
the way love rhymes with glove and
silk rhymes with milk and
rage rhymes with cage?
Beautiful
the way the light stays on and on
during the Summer months and
a different kind of
Beautiful
when Fall makes it fade early
Beautiful
the cleanliness of bones in moonlight
when the desert is silent and without wind
Beautiful
the cool rind of a honeydew melon
and the perfume inside it inviting taste
Beautiful,
the way a woman hums to herself
while she gets dressed and
sighs one hundred sighs
when she undresses
Beautiful
the accident of passion,
the brush of hands, then mouths,
then bodies doing more than brushing—
flesh on flesh
to music older than the stars
Beautiful,
the smell of soap
and burning wood
and frying onions
and a diner far up the road
that you didn’t know was there
Beautiful, isn’t it,
the smooth red bark
of the manzanita plant and
a long teardrop earring
that touches a woman’s neck
and how Beautiful
a full cupboard
jars of delicious things
There is the Beautiful
ice sculpture
with perfect pink shrimp surrounding
and the Beauty of buttered potatoes
Beautiful the strange trailing roots
of water lilies and
the zippers on dark leather jackets
Beautiful
the figurine
of the two-headed saint and
the red satin lining
of the box it came in
Beautiful
a new book, a new shirt,
new sheets, a new pen.
Beautiful
the lover that used to matter,
the one that matters now,
and the ones that never mattered
Beautiful
a pain that stops,
a cut that heals,
a scar that was earned,
not inflicted
Beautiful
a hand sitting in for
your mother’s hand
a dance, a smile sitting in
for the ones your mother
could not give
Did I say how Beautiful
is the purity of a
man’s shaved head
or the long, dark hair,
a man might have—like
a river down his back
Beautiful
a drinking glass so clean
it looks like water
holding itself
Beautiful,
a runner, a cyclist,
Kabballah,
birthday cake
Beautiful
a childhood that might
never have been but was
Beautiful,
the way you read
or hear this poem—
your eyes wishing
for everything,
wanting this to be one thing
that will not be content,
one thing
that will not be captured.