Dear Friends: LOOK! My book of poetry is being published in May. Here is the draft cover (with a few too many colons). I am so pleased, BUT…..
Finishing Line Press wants 100 pre-publication sales, and I am asking you out of friendship, curiosity, generosity, courtesy, and love of Words, to buy a copy – or two – or some to give away to friends.
If they don’t get enough pre-publication sales, they don’t publish. And then you get your money back. Here is the link to order FALLING: LOVE-STRUCK, The God Poems by Sophy Burnham. https://finishinglinepress.com/index.php?cPath=2&sort=2a&filter_id=2147
Will you help?
This is only a draft cover and needs adjustment. And below is a review… and also one poem from this collection.
Here’s one of the reviews:
The voice in this poem speaks out of the wisdom of a life lived passionately and consciously in the body, a voice in love with the world, attuned to loss and woundedness, open to relationships – from lovers to granddaughters – and animated by the childlike wonder of a true mystic. To read these poems is to fall in love again – with the earth, with our fragile and beautiful humanness, with words and yes, with the lively mystery that some of us call “God.” –Kathleen Henderson Staudt, author of Waving Back: Poems of Mothering Life and Annunciations: Poems out of Scripture.
And here is a poem, just for fun – but every one of these poems is different, some ecstatic, and some skeptical or amused, and in some you have to search to find the God.
I can’t believe it snowed again last night
I mean look at it,
The white fire dazzling my eyes
Against the blue cup of sky
The scent of wind-whipped snow
Stinging my skin.
I can’t believe he didn’t propose
After all that!
Three years of sleeping together
And feeding him and picking up his dirty
Socks. And then he packed
I can’t believe the lousy dinner she served
When everyone knows she’s rich as Croesus
And not a drop of wine.
Because she’s on the wagon,
She says, and if you believe that you believe
I can’t believe the radiation levels in Japan
Or the earthquake right on the heels of
Mudslides, drought, tornadoes, floods, more war,
For that matter I can’t believe we’re actually at war again
In some desert halfway round the world
And the financial meltdown: Eeooooweee!
how much I lost!
You wouldn’t believe it.
But as for God, come on, hey,
Give me a break,
It’s like rational, I mean
Can believe in God?