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Sunday, April 7, 2013
Monday, October 19, 2009
National Book Awards
So I am celebrating because "She wore emerald then..." by prize-winning poets Carolyn Howard-Johnson and Magdalena Ball and illustrated with photography BY ME(!) is a finalist.
It makes a wonderful gift - for mothers, for sisters, aunts, cousins who are mothers or whose mother or grandmother has recently departed.
It's a thoughtful and sensitive book. I promise, the woman who gets it will love it.
And it's pretty, too. We went through a lot of photos before we made the choice, which was interesting because Maggie's in Australia, I'm here and Carolyn is in California.
Think Thanksgiving for a thank you for dinner gift; think Christmas and New Year's.
Here are the links:
http://www.usabooknews.com/2009bestbooksawards.html
http://www.amazon.com/She-Wore-Emerald-Then-Reflections/dp/1438263791/
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Jozette's book reviews - She Wore Emerald Then...
Lovely review from Jozette on the poetry chapbook on motherhood for which I supplied images.
The chapbook is written by Carolyn Howard-Johnson and Magdalena Ball, both award winning writers and poets.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Poetry Chapbook - She Wore Emerald Then...
Is a collaboration between Carolyn Howard-Johnson, Magdalena Ball (both award winning poets) and I - through my photography.
It's definitely not a book on motherhood that you will find in the cutesy Mother's Day aisle in a Hallmark store. It's very thought provoking and powerful. I think you'll like it. It's deep. Motherhood distilled.
I am so humbled to be in such wonderful company as these two talented women. It was my great pleasure to add to their (they will tell me "our") book.
It is available in softcover and also as an e-book.
Here's the link to the description, with reviews and where to order: http://www.compulsivereader.com/html/images/she_wore_emerald_then.htm
To Purchase She Wore Emerald Then
Sample Poems from She Wore Emerald Then
Mother’s Bed, by Magdalena Ball
In the restless night
when mortality lurks in every shadow
the blanket won’t cover your fear
and morning is a half-forgotten dream
vague and uncertain,
slink into my bed
the pillow holds a mother’s secret
whispered charm
you can sink your head into.
There are no demons here;
no whirlwind of memory and anticipation clouding
sleep
only eternal warmth
a shared space
free from the ticking illusion
of time, motion, and change.
Here, where you are always welcome
nothing matters
except this peace
this place
containing every possible now.
Could It Have Been Otherwise? By Carolyn Howard-Johnson
At eighty-eight, she (tired
of the twenty first century
before it has become school
age) pleads, weary
before dinner, eyes
too weak to read.
I turn on the TV,
grab a VCR to cheer
her. I'm too slow, way
too slow. Instead of You're lookin’
swell, Dolly, she is treated
to Aulnay-sous-Bois'
streets aflame, backlash,
ghetto or banlieues
nothing new
in new millennium.