Monday, November 17, 2014

Today is Homemade Bread Day

Bread

Bread is one of the oldest prepared foods that probably developed through accidental cooking or deliberate experimentation with water and grain flour. Today we celebrate National Homemade Bread Day. Since the arctic blast is blanketing across the nation, why not snuggle up to a slice of homemade bread, a cup of your favorite flavor of tea and a nice collection of poetry. Now that's what we call comfort food on a chilly day!

Friday, November 14, 2014

Nina C. Palmer Takes a Journey Through The Trees

Nina C. Palmer, Through The Trees, Poetry
When you think about trees, you think about strength, development and fruitfulness. Trees go through seasons of sprouting, flourishing and dormancy to become beautiful forests. Like a tree, author Nina C. Palmer used her experiences of personal climatic changes through anger, hurt, pain, grief, childhood experiences and toxic relationships, to blossom from the perils that challenged her sanity and spirit. In order to break the generational curse of mental illness in her family, Nina realized that she had a lot of spiritual and emotional baggage to unload, when she was pregnant with her son. Writing was a way she expressed herself to cope with such challenges, and poetry served as medicinal self-therapy. Her earliest writings of poetry began as early as elementary school. This is how her latest release, Through The Trees: The poetic end to a toxic relationship was born.

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Through the Trees is a poetic journey through the emotions we endure at the end of a toxic relationship. This collection of poetry uses nature and metaphor to express each stage of grief. Each chapter (a stage) and each poem is a part of the journey taking you through denial, anger, depression, bargaining and acceptance. Much of her nature poetry is a reflection of her childhood while living in California.

According to Nina, "I have great hope that this book can serve as a guide for others who have the same challenge of letting go of their past hurts. A person becomes lost in the woods, struggles to find their way out, and comes out the other side a changed person. I hope that they can make their way out of the woods, finally able to see the forest Through The Trees." Be sure to check out her book's trailer:


Add this book to your list of good reads, which can be purchased at hydeparkbooks.net or Amazon.com. For more information about the author, upcoming events and promotions, check out her website http://www.ninacpalmer.com/. Feel free to connect with Nina on Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and other social media channels listed on her website. 

We asked Nina what her favor tea is when reading her favorite poems and she replied Vanilla tea, with a little cream and sugar, which is great for morning sickness. Love that choice of tea Nina and all the best with baby number 2!

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The Veterans, a poem by Rudyard Kipling


The Veterans
By Rudyard Kipling

To-day, across our fathers' graves,
The astonished years reveal
The remnant of that desperate host
Which cleansed our East with steel.

Hail and farewell! We greet you here,
With tears that none will scorn,
O Keepers of the House of old,
Or ever we were born!

One service more we dare to ask,
Pray for us, heroes, pray,
That when Fate lays on us our task
We do not shame the Day!

Sunday, November 2, 2014

November, A Poem By Helen Hunt Jackson

November, Helen Hunt Jackson, Poet Helen Hunt Jackson
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Helen Hunt Jackson was born in Amherst, Massachussetts, in 1830. She published five collections of poetry during her lifetime and was inducted into the Colorado Women’s Hall of Fame in 1985. She died in 1885.

This poem was originally published in Jackson’s A Calendar of Sonnets (Roberts Brothers Publishers, 1891).

November
By Helen Hunt Jackson


This is the treacherous month when autumn days
With summer’s voice come bearing summer’s gifts.
Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster lifts
Her head and blooms again. The soft, warm haze
Makes moist once more the sere and dusty ways,
And, creeping through where dead leaves lie in drifts,
The violet returns. Snow noiseless sifts
Ere night, an icy shroud, which morning’s rays
Will idly shine upon and slowly melt,
Too late to bid the violet live again.
The treachery, at last, too late, is plain;
Bare are the places where the sweet flowers dwelt.
What joy sufficient hath November felt?
What profit from the violet’s day of pain?


* This poem by Helen Hunt Jackson is found in public domain.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Powerful Poetry Quotes

Writers don’t write from experience, although many are hesitant to admit that they don’t. If you wrote from experience, you’d get maybe one book, maybe three poems. Writers write from empathy. Nikki Giovanni

But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn’t declaim or explain, it presents. William Carlos Williams

My role in society, or any artist or poet’s role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all. – John Lennon

If you want to annoy a poet, explain his poetry. ― Nassim Nicholas Taleb


Writing poetry is a state of free float. ― Margaret Atwood


A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. ― W.H. Auden


The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness. ― Christopher Morley

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Grolier Poetry Book Shop's Massive Poetry Collection

Grolier Poetry Book Shop, Boston
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Bookstores may seem to be far and few between, however mom-and-pop bookstores are sweet finds for die-hard readers. We came across a bookstore that certainly caught our attention. It is the oldest continuous poetry book shop in the United States. Grolier Poetry Book Shop located in Boston's Harvard Square stocks over 15,000 current volumes of trade, small press and university publications, as well as books related to prosody, poetry markets and spoken word CD's.

The original shop, founded in 1927 by Adrian Gambet and Gordon Cairnie, stocked mainly private press books, some poetry and a sampling of avant-garde literature. In 1976, then owner Louisa Solano developed the bookstore as an exclusive showcase for poetry. She stocked some 15,000 current poetry volumes, emphasizing small press. Solano also introduced autograph/reading parties, intercollegiate poetry reading series and co-sponsored poetry prizes. In April 2006, Solano sold the Grolier Book Shop to Ifeanyi Menkiti, poet and professor of philosophy at Wellesley College. 

Grolier will continue to advance the cause of poetry, by expanding on the foundation laid by previous owners. They will develop interest in poetry among a more diversified audience, and promote the written and spoken art of poetry. Grolier Poetry Book Shop continues to be a key and vibrant player in creating a nourishing environment for the works of poets. If you are a poet living in the Boston area, you probably stumbled across this niche bookstore. If you don't live in the area, then check out their website http://www.grolierpoetrybookshop.org/. Hats off to the massive poetry collection found in this unique book shop! Wouldn't your poetry group have a field day in this place?