Bücher veröffentlicht von Moonpath Press

“Like a well-traveled rucksack, this collection speaks of journeys, the poet animmigrant setting out from the home country of his imagination. Each poem servesas a vehicle and destination, and the scattered outposts—Iceland, the Dakotas, theQuinault River, Andalusia—lay their claims to portions of the poet’s character,memory, heritage. As well, we find our own homes in the reading.”—John Willson, Pushcart Prize winner and author of The Son We Had“Evocative poems beckon one to follow in his footsteps through the territoriesof youth and age, across the varied landscapes of Puget sound, Dakota prairies,and Iceland. Along the way, artfully rendered images capture the spirits of thecharacters who inhabit these poems, offering thoughtful reflection on the heartand human experience.—Kristen Gard Hotchkiss, Bainbridge Island poet 

“Opening in the aftermath of a breakup, this book moves through an entire calendar year of grief and recovery before closing with poems so sensuous and raw that it is possible to believe love’s pleasure is not merely worth but is also somehow deepened by its pain. At the book’s heart is the body that loves another body, suffers its absence, and lives to love again. In the last poem, the speaker lies in bed with a new lover, composing a cable that reads: ‘one of us will leave/I will remember my body / ached for you like no other stop.’ That “stop” ends the telegram and the book but is also a command to banish worry and allow the speaker to, as she has in all these deeply felt and sparely written poems, live in the tender, stung moment.”~Rebecca Foust, author of Paradise Drive, winner of the Press 53 Prize for Poetry “Somewhere in a great library of the heart, beyond Fan Fiction for Young Comets, near the Biographies of Old Oaks, between Desire 101 and AP Capture is Amy MacLennan’s The Body, A Tree. Look for a space where a book is missing. If it hasn’t been checked out, then it’s escaped on its own. It is unshelvable. You can hear it, reading itself aloud: ‘Allow brevity’ it says. ‘Allow sweetness. Allow smudged ink.’ With her first full-length collection, MacLennan has conjured poetry of gentle authority, at once bold and vulnerable.”~Brendan Constantine, author of Calamity Joe “Taut with precision and economy, lush with the music of Eros, The Body, A Tree gives us remarkable poems of the body—sensual, strikingly sensate, fully embodied. With Amy MacLennan’s innovative diction and memorable imagery, even the weather—that talk-worn topic—becomes newly alive. A summer afternoon storm is ‘…a hurly-burly jig shaking its way/ across the valley floor—fuss, heavage,/ blinks and streaks, low bellowed tone…” This whole book is a marvelous storm of lust and longing, anticipation and satiation. Reading these poems, I’m both immensely satisfied and pell-mell avid to read them again.”~Paulann Petersen, Oregon Poet Laureate Emerita