By Kevin Hart
By Kevin Hart
By Iris Wiggins
By Father John Julian OJN
“Poignant, packed with grit and part and people occasional bolts of strength that tear phrases into their primal parts after which radiate light.” —Mark S. Burrows, poet, professor, translator of Rilke
"John Julian is of an extended and noble line, that of the Priest-Poet. he's the bearer of the just a little weighty mantle that has been carried by means of Herbert, Donne, Hopkins, Merton, R.S. Thomas and Roseliep. In those poems he actually offers existence to Rilke’s definition of what a poet does: he praises!" —Jamie Parsley, poet, Episcopal priest, writer of Fargo, 1957
"Sometimes he sings with the awful elegaic readability of a somber monk, yet then catches like a sob within the throat with a few sharp-poignant observe. get pleasure from this dinner party, sour and sweet." —Tobias Stanislas Haller, BSG, Vicar of St. James, Bronx, New York
By Christina Esau Whitmer
By Mark Rhoads
No accumulating in of the incense of our earlier can show an actual photograph or convey again the prior in this sort of method that we will be able to lay carry of it. It unavoidably slips via our hands. however the wisps of reminiscence that encompass us—like the scent of brewing espresso or a stinky perfume—have the facility to thrill or disgust, to steer our current and form our future.
These poems discover scraps of a normal tale instructed with as a lot fact and substance because the incense of reminiscence can evoke; usual in that the fight among discontentment and serenity, worry and self assurance, gravity and humor, clash and reconciliation, unhappiness and success, disappointment and pleasure, loss of life and existence, is the common topography of our humanity.
"By occupation, Mark Rhoads is a musician, a choral conductor, and a historian of yank hymnody. Now the voices of every, translated into the song of poetry, is audible in his poems, the place he sings of Chevrolets and God, unsuitable mom and dad and tragic young ones, wish and loss, seductions and dying needs and souls and fishing, all composed in concord and discord. hold those poems 'in your breast pocket/let them burn through/to make a scar/over your heart.'"
--Wayne Roosa, artist and paintings historian, St Paul, MN
"Mark Rhoads writes one of those poem that can pay consciousness to holy moments in earthly areas: gardens, basements, battlefields--and, even, the upheaving breasts of a trio of cheerleaders on a sideline. He offers to every a richness and a dignity of the human attaining towards and past itself. In those pages you'll meet a superb guy talking stable phrases. Settle in, hear, and enable your middle reply."
--Paul J. Willis, writer of Say This Prayer into the Past
Mark Rhoads is Professor of tune at Bethel collage in St. Paul, MN.
By J Scott Swain
J Scott Swain's, Unexpected Harvest: Reflections Inspiring the Soul, makes use of daily language to speak powerful and touching recommendations written in prose-like, loose verse sort with the intention to circulation us, encourage us, and inspire us to envision lifestyles - lifestyles correct the place we're.
J Scott Swain presents remarkable perception - from deep depression to uncomplicated pride - taking us on a personal trip that displays upon universal existence reviews for lots of folks. His writings motivate us to go looking inside ourselves and to hear our personal whisperings - placing us in contact with our personal trip, our personal tale - prime us to what can be an unforeseen harvest inspiring the soul.
UNEXPECTED HARVEST has a voice that would resonate with many and should echo its techniques lengthy after the pages were became - there's something right here that touches with regards to each person.
UNEXPECTED HARVEST will motivate many to proportion or quote or maybe sing a couple of its traces of proposal.
UNEXPECTED HARVEST is an insightful and encouraging contribution that may be referenced repeatedly - a superb assortment to twist up with or learn out loud.
UNEXPECTED HARVEST is an outstanding addition to any own library - an unforeseen and heartwarming gift.
By Edgar Folks