I went to a poetry reading and book signing at Mocha Maya’s in Shelburne Falls last week. Lea Banks was signing copies of her new book All of Me, available through Booksmyth Press, Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts.
Twenty years ago, Lea and I founded The Writer’s Circle in Henniker, New Hampshire, which, we understand, is still meeting at the library every Wednesday night. Our other collaboration, Sarah Banks Hartshorne, turned out pretty well too, and she turned up as well.
Here’s a selection from the book’s title poem:
It’s a spontaneous belief in sadness:
the charred life we live. It’s the wolf.
It’s the rabbit. It’s a dim sparkling of sex
and little earthquakes. It’s that heave
of light through small spaces at night.
It’s a tightening. It’s a loosening.
The clutch, the knot. The ease.