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Poets and artists joined together to create Twenty: In Memoriam--in
response to the tragic school shootings at Sandy Hook Elementary,
in Newtown, Connecticut, on Dec. 14, 2012. This poetry collection
is an offering to the children, parents, families, and teachers of
Sandy Hook Elementary School, and to the community of Newtown,
Connecticut. Poets and artists from across the U.S. humbly offer
this anthology in hopes of providing a literary embrace in the face
of tragedy, with works about loss and healing, fear and faith, love
and hope-the hope that words have the power to strengthen the ties
that unite us as Americans and as human beings with a shared sense
of compassion and kindness that help us honor the past and give us
the gumption to dare to move forward. Partial proceeds from this
project will be donated to consistently verifiable charities and
foundations in Connecticut and the U.S. dealing with children,
autism, mental health, art, and education.
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Insomnia (Paperback)
Katherine Hoerth; Edited by Daniel Garcia Ordaz; Photographs by Ileana Garcia-Spitz
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In his second collection of poetry, Edward Vidaurre offers new
poems focusing on--and inspired by--bouts of insomnia, and the
vivid dream-like imagery that a lack of sleep creates. With an
introduction by award-winning Katherine Hoerth. Pick up this book
on those weird and wonderful nights when it's 2:07 a.m. and the
waning echoes of yesterday's shattered dreams and sprightly
nightmares reverberate madly against the thickly transparent rays
of the moon. In this collection of poems, Edward Vidaurre captures
the lingering accusations and celebrations of the night that mingle
with the fresh affirmations of the morning through poems filled at
times with umbrage and desperation and at others with the sort of
devilish charm that has come to define his candid wit. Like a bad
dream that won't go away or a good dream that just makes one's day
Vidaurre's new collection, Insomnia, rouses us with a twitch and
spilt coffee jerk and lulls us with knowing nods to those moments
of clarity and opaqueness, of sweetness and acrimony, of haunting
realism that can't help but keep us awake for just one more poem.
Art That Heals, Inc., presents Boundless 2014, the official
anthology of the 7th Annual Rio Grande Valley International Poetry
Festival (www.vipf.org). Boundless is an eclectic collection of
poetry from around the U.S. and including contributions by poets
from the U.K., Zimbabwe, and Mexico.
Thirty-nine voices mingle like the currents of our river, flowing
into deep narrative resacas and rushing from lyrical reservoirs.
Just as the Rio Grande wends its way through basins, bosques,
deserts, fields-so these poems, stories and essays explore the
variegated quiltwork of border culture, streaming somberly through
the darkness and coruscating in the light. Contributors include
Robert Paul Moreira, Rob Johnson, Rachel Vela, Katherine Hoerth,
Jose Hernandez, Erika Garza, Edward Vidaurre, Christopher Carmona,
Alejandro Fernandez Cabada and Alan Oak, among many others.
Flare Stacks in Full Bloom is a collection of eco-feminist poetry
set in southeast Texas. This region, sometimes called "Cancer
Alley," is home to the nation's largest oil refinery. It has also
been on the front lines of climate disasters such as Hurricane
Harvey, the historic flooding from Tropical Storm Imelda, and just
last year, Hurricanes Laura and Delta. It's a region that feels the
tension of climate change: economically, it is dependent on the oil
industry, the same industry that poisons its citizens and threatens
its lands existence as sea levels rise. Flare Stacks in Full Bloom
explores this tension through a chronicle of Hurricane
Harvey-before, during, and after the storm, through formal poetry
(sonnets, villanelles, and blank verse narratives). from "Flare
Stack Eden" You smell it like a snake, from miles away- this Eden
made of benzene, naphthalene and gasoline. The smokestack garden
never rests. It works through day and night, like any forest does.
It turns the blood of earth into the fuel that makes it sing this
dusk chorus of whistles, bells, and whooshing flame. You look up,
imagining these towers as tupelo trees that scrape the sky. All
around you, pipelines form a labyrinth, meandering like streams for
endless miles. The whistle blows like Bachman's sparrow's song,
beckons your return as you slip on your work boots once again to
toil through the nightshift, promising a world of green. Suddenly,
a flare stack blooms as quickly as a burst of evening primrose,
fills the sky with something almost beautiful in vibrant hues of
gold and cherry red. Standing at the gate in awe, you breathe,
tasting the awful cost of paradise.
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