The Tree Surgeon Dreams of Bowling
Jayne Marek
(Author)
Description
Lucid and accessible, The Tree Surgeon Dreams of Bowling invites readers to enjoy the author's deft use of slant rhymes and expressive poetic forms. Its three sections move between inner and outer worlds, across the American landscape and the Pacific Ocean to Japan, China, and India. Birds, animals, woods, and waters frame the poems' topics: grief that arises from mistakes, illness, and death; the interests and insights gained from travel; and good-humored observations of daily experience. Fans of modern poetry will enjoy the range of styles found here. At time, the poems' spare frankness echoes William Stafford, or a sense of quiet appreciation evokes Mary Oliver, and the linguistic allusions can hint of Emily Dickinson, Richard Hugo, or Anne Sexton. Using imagery drawn from the author's knowledge of natural history, the poems trace an arc that encompasses the rich textures of life.
Product Details
| Publisher | Finishing Line Press |
| Publish Date | January 05, 2018 |
| Pages | 80 |
| Language | English |
| Type |  Paperback / softback |
| EAN/UPC | 9781635343632 |
| Dimensions | 9.0 X 6.0 X 0.2 inches | 0.3 pounds |
About the Author
Reviews
Lucid and accessible, The Tree Surgeon Dreams of Bowling invites readers to enjoy the author's deft use of slant rhymes and expressive poetic forms. In three sections that move between inner and outer worlds, across the American landscape and the Pacific Ocean, this book ponders how mistakes and losses, insights gained from travel, and good-humored gratefulness frame the rich textures of life.
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Poet Jayne Marek makes her home in the moment, whether the environment is bleak, like a hospital, or uplifting, as when drinking Japanese tea. Our poet is never still, moving from phase to phase of her life, and traveling around the world, transplanting her home from Indiana to the west coast. The stillness is found inside the poems, tracing the spiritual action of growing lighter, of connecting with the natural world wherever the poet lands. Two maple leaves, for example, cling to a slab with Japanese text, "trifold shapes rhyming // as if the poet herself /stroked those leaves with afternoon rain / and placed them there." The poet did place them there, in words, in triadic lines that fall quietly against the space of the page, like the "tails of gods' robes," or "purifying smoke." The poems of The Tree Surgeon Dreams of Bowling invite the reader: ". . . come this way / visitor // toward the edge / following my beauty / you know you want to." And like a blue butterfly seeking the inside of a flower bell, the reader is delighted to dip in.
--Marilyn Kallet, author of 17 books, including The Love That Moves Me, poetry from
Black Widow Press
Here is perception let loose and used by the intelligence of language, surprising and fat as a lost sock (that's actually a drowned mole) or as crow gangsters caught in the act. One reads this work with a combination of the dread of grief that lurks behind the next fence and the delight of each luminous detail reported with the deep feeling at the core of the kind of poetry we come back to again and again, because we sense there is something more, something we might have missed.
--Paul E. Nelson, poet/interviewer, author of A Time Before Slaughter and
American Sentences
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