Poesía





Enciende el alma con la fuerza de un suspiro… Reta a la noche a sentir más que su frio gélido Cada cicatriz, una historia que lo marcó… Una experiencia, una enseñanza… Un canto de esperanza y de libertad. Corazón dolorido al que quieren callar y omitir Y arrebatarle su propia verdad Y robarle el que siempre parece su último aliento… Pero ese corazón se levanta y siempre sigue latiendo… SIEMPRE! Shhhhh! Ahora, escucha con atención, el ritmo de sus latidos….

If you look hard enough, you will see a smile on these pages. Beyond ravings and curses, here is a tenderness that only someone who grew up in the hallowed land of Yorkshire could feel for the world. Injustice is battled with spit and sensibility, and with such a tenacity, that it?s even possible that his Mum might even consider the last six years of Gary?s life a worthwhile endeavour. Gary from Leeds presents Your Attempt To Enjoy These Poems is Considered Unsatisfactory. Chances are, he?s right.

Giving Ground pulses with traffic and teems with life, leading us through tangled streets, intertwined lives.? We find a place of overgrown gardens, alleys in bloom, pheasants in flight, rabbits, stray cats, and Spanish love songs, a place where the ordinary appears in an extraordinary light. With deft narrative strokes, Giving Ground reveals a place and its people, lives balanced on the shifting ground of language and culture. Like the place, Lynn Knapp?s poems are wry, real, and poignant. About the Author: Lynn M. Knapp is a poet, memoirist, teacher, and musician. She lives in a hundred-year-old house and walks every day in one of the oldest neighborhoods in the Pacific Northwest.? The grit, grime, and unexpected beauty of the central city inspire her life and her writing.? Her poetry has appeared in The Burden of Light: Poems on Illness and Loss (2014), Poeming Pigeons and The Lost River Review (2015).? Her work also appears online at the Museum of Northwest Art in La Conner, Washington. What They're Saying: Accessible and engaging, these poems make us feel as if we are standing on the porch looking

Ya no recordaba el rojo aroma de la sangre, ni mis manos guardaban memoria de la carne. Un largo letargo de cenizas alfombraba mis noches y mis días. Nadie venía por el sendero del amanecer y el estramonio punzaba de verde las cunetas. Pero, en



How do we move forward after enormous loss? Perhaps like the lightning-struck tree, ?half of it shorn of leaves the other half full, standing, / swaying?.?? In these beautiful, intimate poems spoken from the heart of grief, the speaker urges herself not to flinch, ?letting the knife settle where it will, / blade nestled between a rib and a rib.? Life and death go hand and hand here, and the natural world that consoles is also a constant reminder of our own mortality. Because Clark is a terrific poet, she can also make something true and moving ?out of cold air?with lamenting words?an invigorating, heel-kicking tune.? ? ?? ??Sharon Bryan, Sharp Stars