BOOKS
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Mirari
or Mirror, a
book of poems by Sally Ridgway, transports us into a kaleidoscopic world
where the real and the illusory, where memory and the present moment—coexist.
Through these gorgeous poems, a duality unfolds. Simultaneously, we see “how
the water// in the garden is the water/ in the movie, staying and rushing.”
Ridgway’s layering of incongruous landscapes—the Parkland massacre and the
azalea, blooming; the bombing of Baghdad and the chanting mockingbird—exist
in exquisite balance. This book allows us to experience the miracle that is
seeing, that is wonder. We are ushered into “a world awry,” and feeling
mesmerized, we find ourselves under the spell of a poet whose language calls
us, again and again, to make ourselves available to what beauty reveals. –
Robin Reagler, Author of The Always (2025) |
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Late
Blooms for Laughing Ghosts, poet Matthew Riley debuts a deft talent for merging his life
experiences with diverse interests and varied influences, giving us his
unique and compelling artistic voice. With this first collection, he
demonstrates a gift for craft often redolent of Surrealist, Beat, or Asian
poetic traditions. Just as often, he renders poems with an endearing,
confessional style that reflects our times and transforms his personal
artistic journey into the common language of our shared humanity. In so
doing, he confirms that the life of an artist is always emerging—in any soil
or season. –
Daniel R. Carrington, Houston Poetry Festival Anthology Chair and Editor
of Letter Sent Inland Click Here to purchase a copy of Late Blooms for
Laughing Ghosts |
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Sun and Wing, their manifestations, light, and flight. Light which shines on us all through beauty or darkness. The flight of birds, like thoughts, feelings, lifting or descending through acceptance or denial. The lightness of things heavy, the heaviness of things light. Stephanie
Pilar’s poems provide another portal through which to view our thoughts,
through the lens of grace, accepting the challenges of life even when our
acceptance comes through grief and denial. The bird who sings for the
devoured rabbit, we can only ask why? As
Stephanie says in her first poem, sunrise…makes the world a Cathedral. A
world with dictators, wars, and bombers, but also O Holy Night, sunrises,
stars, and songs. Through
the beauty of her elegant observations, we can imagine a world where what
happens finds a purpose, even if it is outside of our ability to fully
understand. Sometimes, as Stephanie writes, we all have to go hide (our)
feelings in the rain. –
Matthew Riley, author of Late Blooms for Laughing Ghosts |
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