LARKS AT SUNRISE: LIGHT-HEARTED POEMS FOR DARK TIMES–New Chapbook and Self-Publishing Adventure!

Today, a package arrived on our front porch, a bit early. I had been expecting it next week. It contained copies of my newest collection, the cover an image I took one dawn on the same porch.

Never heard of Green Ginkgo Press? Neither has anybody else, except for those living under our roof (the press’s, ahem, “galactic headquarters.”)

The poems in Larks at Sunrise: Light-hearted Poems for Dark Times have been written over many years, here and there. A few have found their way into journals, but not so many. Partly that is because I tend not to send them out, and partly, I think, because they just don’t fit the aesthetic of many journals. Similarly, only a couple here have seemed to make sense in the book collections I have put together. And yet, when I have shared them over the years privately, others have enjoyed them, even (perhaps especially) those of my acquaintance for whom poetry does not occupy a central place on their own reading and writing radar.

Late last year, during this seemingly interminable time of isolation and pandemic, I got the idea to create a chapbook of humorous poems–light-hearted poems–that might appeal not only to my core of friends but to some people they know who need a chuckle. And so this mss. was born. First, I rounded up likely poems, did my best to order them, and asked a small group of beta readers to look hard at what I had with a goal of culling the ones that didn’t quite work. (Enormous thanks, here, to Tim, Julia, Karla, Beth, and Liz!)

Having a strong feeling that it would not be quite right for her, I then shared the manuscript with my established publisher. My intuition confirmed, I thought briefly about other avenues, including chapbook competitions. This little collection though didn’t seem like a good candidate for such contests; it is not trendy or edgy enough to appeal to the guest judges, I reasoned. Further, I simply did not want to delay its publication. Having published my first chapbook, Living Room, in 1981, and then spending decades writing the poems and shaping manuscript after manuscript before publishing my first full-length collection, Still Life with Poppies: Elegies, in 2016, I knew how long the process can take. Moreover, I have this oddest and strong conviction that it needs to be in the world, and now, not in three or four years–or three or four decades–or posthumously–or never!

The ginkgo in our back garden, planted for Julia the year she was born.

So, I took the not-unexpected rejection in stride, decided to be calm and chose to create a little press of my own: Green Ginkgo Press. It helped that I have had a small amount of experience with this. In 2000, a friend and I created a press to publish materials on labyrinths. (I have done some posts on this on my blog. Her name is Marilyn Larson. She is a visual artist with a specialty in labyrinths. Our second title is still in print!)

And, maybe eight years ago, as a homeschooling mom of a classical Greek-loving daughter, we had a family adventure with a book Julia felt needed to be in the world–a coloring book called Alpha Beta to help young children learn the Greek letters. Julia had wanted to study Classical Greek since falling in love with D’Aulaire’s Book of Greek Myths as a pre-schooler. When she was in middle school, an understanding classics professor helped us find college student classics majors to serve as tutors. Julia was convinced that Latin was more popular (!) with young students because of the wealth of available materials, and that the different alphabet was the stumbling block. I couldn’t fault her analysis, but I did get a bit weary of hearing “They should have a coloring book for young kids.” I am sure you can imagine the back and forth–“Who is this ‘they’ of whom you speak? Well, if it is such a good idea, why don’t you create this book?” 

So, knowing it could be done, and, after considering the options, I decided to use the printing company, Blurb, which had good reviews and reasonable prices. The software they offer, Bookwright, was a bit futzy to work with. At least for me, the learning curve was steeper than I was expecting. Thank goodness Tim has more confidence than I do. Fulfillment also took weeks longer than I expected, to receive the paper proof copy, due, in part, I understand, to the icy storms in Texas where the printing was done. On the other hand, the copies I ordered arrived in just a few days.

While the layout is still a tad seamy, I love the final result. I am glad to give these scattered and ephemeral poems a place to roost together, and thrilled that my sister, Karla, allowed me to use her images of larks on the back cover. Here is a peek inside:

You might recognize some of these, as a couple have been included in other collections, and some have been published on Winona Media because they were composed for the National Poetry Writing Month challenge in recent years. If you would like a copy of Larks at Sunrise: Light-hearted Poems for Dark Times, let me know (winonapoet@gmail.com) I will send you a copy ($20.00 which includes shipping).

Wishing you fair skies and wind in your sails, wherever your day takes you!

LESLIE

Author portrait with ship “Trade Wind,” at Vesterheim Museum, Decorah, Iowa (Photo: Ann Lacy)

Tipton Poetry Journal Publishes My Poem, “White Flag”

I wasn’t able to figure out how to share an image of the cover of the Winter 2021 issue of Tipton Poetry Journal, published out of the poetic circles of Tipton, Indiana, so instead I am sharing a similar (but vintage) image from my small orbit here in Northfield, Minnesota.

I hope that you will take a moment to open the link below, though, not only to see the lovely image of the cover but to read the contents of this ingenious e-facsimile of a paper journal. (I love being able to turn the digital pages instead of scrolling down.) Naturally, I am delighted to see my poem about Edna St. Vincent Millay appearing in the new issue of Tipton Poetry Journal.

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This is the image of St. Vincent Millay that hung over my desk for many years, including my work desk back in the Carleton Development Office.

I have long been taken with the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Milly. (If you have ever used the expression “burning your candle at both ends, then you, too, might enjoy this four-line poem of hers, first published 101 years ago, in 1920.)

My own poem was inspired when my friend, Sally Nacker, (whose poetry and essay work is familiar to readers of Winona Media) returned from visiting St. Vincent Millay’s home in Steepletop, now the headquarters of the Millay Society, in Austerlitz, New York. Sally sent me a postcard of the poet’s writing studio and also shared the story of her relationship with her husband, Eugene Boissevain, who devoted his life to help her vocation as a poet.

This issue of Tipton Poetry Journal also contains diverse work by these poets:Tobi Alfier, Jonathan Bracker, Matthew Brennan, Simona Carini, Alan Cohen, Ken Craft, Michele Penn Diaz, Diane Glancy, G Timothy Gordon, Charles Grosel, Shakiba Hashemi, C.T. Holte, James Croal Jackson, Jennifer Ruth Jackson, Jerry Jerome, Michael Jones, Robert S. King, Mary Hill Kuck, Charlene Langfur, Bruce Levine, J. Lintu, Jack e Lorts, Ken Meisel, Karla Linn Merrifield, Theresa Monteiro, George Moore, Julie L. Moore, Cameron Morse, Thomas Osatchoff, Lynn Pattison, Akshaya Pawaskar, Nancy Kay Peterson, Timothy Robbins, Seth Rosenbloom, Michael Salcman, Hamilton Salsih, Sara Sarna, Leslie Schultz, Dave Seter, Mary Shanley, Raj Sharma, Michael E. Strosahl, James Eric Watkins and Diane Webster.

Dan Carpenter reviews Linda Neal Reising’s The Keeping.
Cover Photo:   “Snowman 2021” by Barry Harris.

Fun factoid: Sally took the author photo of me outside of the American Swedish Institute in Minneapolis.

Wishing you a fun if frosty day!

LESLIE

#faribofrosty

The Orchards Poetry Journal Publishes My Poems “Tiny Troubadour” and “Dogwoods”

It is always an occasion when The Orchards Poetry Journal publishes a new issue. This issue is something even more special to many of us, since it features the poetry of the late Kim Bridgford. I think it is no exaggeration to say that everyone who knew Kim feels bereft since her death last spring. I certainly do. After meeting her just once, at the AWP Conference in 2015 in Minneapolis, I became inspired by her work as a poet, scholar, and editor, and by her natural, generous, open-hearted way of moving through the world as a full human being. I will be forever grateful for her encouragement of my own work (by accepting a number of poems for her journal, Mezzo Cammin, and for contributing blurbs for my first two collections) and for the inspiration of her own work. (My own particular favorite of her collections is called Hitchcock’s Coffin: Sonnets About Classic Films, but all her work is deft, deep, and indelible.)

This issue of The Orchards contains a beautiful photograph of Kim, a summary of Kim’s many accomplishments and a moving note by her son, Nicki Duvall. Most importantly, it provides a taste of her astonishing work as a poet. I will be reading and rereading all of these for a long time.

This issue also contains a lovely poem, “Saying Goodbye,” from Sally Nacker (whose work is familiar to long-time readers of Winona Media, and who first introduced me to Kim Bridgford), and two of my own poems from the last year or so, “Tiny Troubadour” and “Dogwoods.” I wrote the first, a sonnet, last year after a bachelor wren in our garden during the nesting season of 2019 touched my heart, and I wanted to show it to Kim but that was not to be, so it is dedicated to her. (This wren returned to our garden this past summer of 2020, attracted a mate, and raised two broods.) “Dogwoods” is for my friend, Judy, inspired by her and her love of the natural world–garden, prairie, and woods.

You can read this issue online HERE, and order your own paper copy HERE.

Happy reading! Wishing you a peaceful and artistic winter season!

LESLIE

MockingHeart Review Publishes My Poem “Gone”

Banner of MockingHeart Review

The Summer 2020 issue of Mockingheart Review is now up, and I am pleased to have one of my own poems included in it. MockingHeart Review is an online literary journal. Founded as an poetry magazine in 2015 by Louisiana poet Clare L. Martin, MHR is now under the editorship of poet and critic Tyler Robert Sheldon. Their site highlights this quote from a former U.S. Poet Laureate that resonates with me:

“Poetry provides us with a history of the human heart.” -Billy Collins

I haven’t yet had time to read all this new work in Volume 5, issue 2, but of the poems I have read, I particularly like “The Woman in an Imaginary Painting” by Tom Montag and “The Trouble with Billy Collins’ Poetry” by Andrew Ball.

I am also intrigued by the first mysterious image by the featured visual artist, Lynda Frese.

(Navigating tip from my in-house tech guru: use “Control -” to make the display smaller; this will allow you to access the bottom of the list of poets & poems.)

April 29, 2020 Poem “Crossing”

 



Crossing
 
 
From Port Clyde, Maine, you board on foot.
Maybe your belly is full of clams or lobster.
It is windy onboard, so you hold onto your hat.
 
Five miles out, the mainland slips away,
Christina’s world, all that mid-century reaching,
Sarah Orne Jewett, too, old pointed firs and talk, talk, talk.
 
The ferry lulls you into calm, alert solitude.
Passing little Manana Island, perhaps you spot a goat.
You step onto the wooden dock at Monhegan,
 
find your legs a little land-sick at first,
but they recover. You walk along the rocks,
savor the shingle-sided buildings weathered
 
to that silvery-grey like the breasts of doves, note
cresting swells, white embellishing blue waves.
There is a local museum, a petite library,
 
a pay-toilet, but you want to leave this age
behind for an hour, so you head away from town,
hike up to Cathedral Woods, enter the windless hush
 
of spruce needles underfoot, quiet soaring of rough bark.
Your pulse slows. Pungent tannins hang in the air.
You hear insects, a Golden-winged warbler. At your feet,
 
as your eyes adjust, you perceive tiny doorways, flagstones
of shells, palisades of broken twigs. As you lean, curious
but respectful, toward one fairy dwelling you tumble
 
headlong into the true magic of this place: clouds
of tiny white moth wings over greening moss; pink
mushrooms, smaller than fingernails, still spangled
 
with last evening’s rain; and red spruce seedlings
mere inches high but protected in the filtered light.
You allow yourself to kneel, just for one breath, long
enough to notice your breath becoming song.
 
 
Leslie Schultz

My thanks to Maine writer Kristin Lindquist, and to the Stuart-Cole family who introduced our family to the magic of Monhegan in 2011.