I write to discover what I do not know. Building a poem, word by word and line by line, I become both explorer and creator.
These poems come from a poet at the height of her powers, able to swim into deep pools of the senses and the deeper pools of understanding, subtle and complex as multiple ripples spreading and rebounding on the surface of a pond. These are poems to come for the pure pleasure in words and rhythms and play, then return again and again, for the intimate whisperings of a truer life under the surfaces of things.
—Marjorie Hudson, author of Accidental Birds of the Carolinas
WHEN THERE WERE HORSES
What People Are Saying
Beneath the Surface, Waiting — Pat Riviere-Seel
by Bill Griffin
I choose this earth that breaks
my heart again and again,
the woods for the way trees
bend, fall, and return to dirt.
What is the greatest gift a storyteller can give you? To invite you to become part of the story… with three poems from Pat Riviere-Seel’s new book, When There Were Horses.
Read the complete post HERE.
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New Review in NCLR Winter 2022 issue HERE