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Recommend Reading for National Poetry Month

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This is the first in a series of books recommended by the FCR staff for reading during National Poetry Month.

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From g emil reutter 

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Bloom in Reverse by Teresa Leo

http://www.amazon.com/Bloom-Reverse-Pitt-Poetry-Series/

 divine

On the Street of Divine Love: New and Selected Poems by Barbara Hamby

http://www.amazon.com/On-Street-Divine-Love-Selected

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Loose Weather by Robert Herschbach

http://www.amazon.com/Loose-Weather-Robert-Herschbach

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Cities Hidden by Rain – Edgar Cage

http://www.rainmountainpress.com/books26.html

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Principles of Belonging by Joshua Gray

http://www.amazon.com/Principles-Belonging-Joshua-

-g emil reutter lives and writes in the Fox Chase neighborhood of Philadelphia, Pa. (USA). You can visit him at http://gereutter.wordpress.com/

Loose Weather by Robert Herschbach

loose weatherPaperback: 90 pages
Publisher: Washington Writers’ Publishing House (October 15, 2013)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0931846706
ISBN-13: 978-0931846700
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Review by: g emil reutter
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Loose Weather is a collection of lyrically intense poems.  Lisa, Dancing captures the essence of a dancer, “Imperial frigates ablaze, death face/ of a sunken king–to watch you/ was to believe auburn ringlets/ could rule a world, spinning like beaded whips.”  And then there is a sudden twist, “ and no doubt dancing sailors/chose crass words to forget you with/failing every time.  Do you ever think of them now, in your new guise/ as good citizen.” 
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Herschbach is a keen observer who provides fresh descriptions such as this from An Epic– “Cortez, his face like jagged rock/ His shoe, two slabs of blackened/ Meat, breaded with dust. The equation/ He carries in his head.”
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The first poem from the collection:
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Sphinx
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Someday I’m going to wake up
and not be able to see
out of my eyes, which are stone
or move my hands, which are fish.
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The barbed wire caught in my lip.
The skin washing ashore like sheets
Of plastic. And the tin can
in my head empty
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One of these days the Jew’s harp
in my throat will snap, just as I thought
I finally had it – the answer
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to the Sphinx, and the other riddle
where legs are strings, and we fiddle
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In this collection Herschbach brings us from seedy ports to a school play, historical at times, myth at times these poems read well and are full of characters who he keenly defines in a manner to make them memorable
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g emil reutter–        g emil reutter lives and writes in the Fox Chase neighborhood of Philadelphia, Pa. (USA).