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In Memory of a Banyan Tree: Poems of the Outside World: 1985 to 2022
Three Wooden Trunks
The Country Where Everyone’s Name Is Fear: Selected Poems
Lost Horse Press New Poets Series: New Poets, Short Books | Volume IV  
  Abby E. Murray, Jesse S. Fourmy & Karen Holman

ISBN 978-0-9844510-2-9     $16.95  /  $18.95 (Canada)     5.5 x 8.5       

84 pp      
PUB DATE: March 2010       Poetry


Series Editor, Marvin Bell

Me & Coyote by Abby E. Murray
Last Night’s Fire & the Dwindling Embers of Evolution by Jesse S. Fourmy
Welcoming in the Starry Night of the Lightning Bees by Karen Holman

Introduction to Volume IV

Our society is going digital, and literature with it. Website “hits” do not necessarily mean readers, and it seems likely that Internet readers do not effect the same relationship to language and thought as that of bookstore clients and traditional library patrons. True enough. And much of our daily, utilitarian reading is now an act of multitasking, amidst ad pages, billboards, signage, and, in front of a television set or online, amidst scrolls, crawls, action ads and logos.

It may be that all this is simply evolutionary, an inevitable adaptation of consciousness to a postmodern world where everything happens at once and we are continually reminded of the human condition. Indeed, this pixilated behavior may be simply the latest survival mechanism. Certainly, those born into it will think it normal.

Whether progressive or simply entropic, the dramatic changes we are seeing in the publication of poetry, and in its audience, do not alter the nature of, or reason for, the art of writing poetry. Poetry, too, is a survival mechanism and a manifestation of one’s inner life.

Poetry embedded in an individual tone of voice is a personal art. The audience is a bonus to cherish, but a bonus. This fourth volume of the Lost Horse Press New Poets / Short Books series offers three strong voices, each with a personal brand of courage. Their lives are as different from one another as can be, and their sensibilities are very much their own, yet in practicing the art of poetry they share something too mysterious and vital ever to be replaced by a new technology. That is because poetry is a primary and, one might argue, primal manifestation of the life force itself. All of our brilliant inventions notwithstanding, what life feels like remains inside us. Here are three poets, each of whose personal language is part of that richness we cannot do without.

. . . In this age of digitization, Christine Holbert’s efforts at Lost Horse Press to give public voice to “new poets” are nothing short of heroic.

M. B., January 1, 2010

from Me & Coyote

by Abby E. Murray

We are sitting in the parking lot
of the bakery on Main Street
and we are hungry, so hungry
all we have planned for the
rest of the day is talking about food.
I am wondering if paper is more
nutritious than I know
and whether or not I could eat
a book slowly until payday.


from Last Night’s Fire & the Dwindling Embers of Evolution
by Jesse S. Fourmy

If heaven was a verb and I told you,
I heaven you,
I would mean I embrace you, wholly,
as if inside a shell.


from Welcoming in the Starry Night of the Lightning Bees
by Karen Holman

No one to greet you
on your side,

no one beside you now

your breath
evaporating like alcohol.

Come back
to the dandelions.

I blow into your ear
to make you dream of wind.