With Inheritance Of Aging Self now available for pre-order from Finishing Line press, I wanted to come up with some fun book swag. Fortunately we quilters tend to have a lot of fabric scraps around that are begging to be put to good use. So some of mine became handmade patchwork bookmarks that are going to people who pre-order my book and tag me on social media to let me know they’ve ordered the book! Before I sent them out, some of them posed for a group photo:
My book, Inheritance Of Aging Self, explores how our sense of self and place changes as we grow older. It is available from Finishing Line Press, Barnes and Noble, and Amazon. If you know of reading opportunities, please let me know, I would love to share my poems with you!
I am delighted to have the title poem from Inheritance Of Aging Self (Finishing Line Press) in the Maryland State Arts Council’s Identity exhibit. Much as we all miss being able to physically attend exhibits, this is a gorgeous online experience, and a very nicely curated collection of both visual and written work, online until April 6th, please check it out!
I am delighted to announce that my full-length collection of poetry, Inheritance Of Aging Self, will be published next fall by Finishing Line Press. This book has been a few years in the making (I had to grow old-ish to write it!) and sooner or later I’ll probably write a longer description blurb, but for now I’ll just say that the title is a pretty big clue about the subjects that I tackle in these poems.
As we get closer to publication, I’ll be sharing a lot more about the book, and over the next few months will be tweaking this website and endeavoring to be a bit more diligent about social media, so stay tuned. And I should also mention that the book will be available for pre-ordering beginning this summer (a lot more about that later).
If you would like me to share a few of these poems at a reading, please get in contact, I’d love to discuss that with you!
One last note–as some of you know, I have also been actively creating art again after a long hiatus, working now in improv quilting and I am going to be posting some pictures of my quilts and more about my work here on this blog starting very soon. For now, I’ll leave you with a detail picture from a quilt that I titled, You Are Here, Or Maybe There. No guarantees of how long it will stay there, but as I write this, a larger detail of this quilt is also in the banner on my Facebook page. More coming soon, I’m still working on the photos.
Many thanks to Global Poemic for including my poem, Stay-At-Home Pantry in their collection of work about Covid-19. The poem begins,
Jars of peanut butter in my pantry
four, creamy, not chunky
Rolls of toilet paper in the bathroom cabinet
I’d rather not say
This is one of several inventory poems that I have written in the last several months with the intent of simply noting down observations during this challenging time.
You can read the rest of the poem here.
I am delighted to have my poem, “My Grandmother’s Tea Cups” included in the anthology, “Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Just Me? Women Over Forty Writing About Aging” which is now available from Amazon! Profound appreciation to Janette Schafer, Nina Padolf, Wendy Scott, and Holly Spencer for all the hard work that it took to get this wonderful collection into the world!
My poem, Winter Beach, which won the 2019 Montgomery Writes! Poetry Contest is now online. Many thanks to the Montgomery chapter of Maryland Writers’ Association and Montgomery Magazine for this honor!
Many thanks to The Broadkill Review for publishing my poem, prologue to a poem, in their November-December, 2019 issue. Delighted to to have my work included with so many other fine authors!
Great thanks to Mobius: The Journal of Social Change for publishing my poem, Bleeding Out, which talks about terrible costs incurred when children are the victims of gun violence.
Many thanks to Reuben Woolley for publishing 2 of my poems on I am not a silent poet. It Wasn’t My Child and Conversation After The Fact are part of the collection of poems that I am writing about children and gun violence. I hope that some day these poems read as dated relics of a dark period in our history. Unfortunately, for the time being, they are all too relevant each and every day in this country.
Lucinda Marshall, photo by Jaree Donnelly