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The Cottage / Laurence W. Thomas

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From Finishing Line Press
The Cottage – by Laurence W. Thomas

We all have a dream, an idea of heaven on earth.  For Laurence Thomas the dream is of a simple idyllic life in a cabin in the woods or on a lake.  In The Cottage Thomas lives out his dream through his poems and we get to live the dream with him.  The poems are written with sensitivity and a special devotion to detail. The tranquil mood is reminiscent of the prose of Walden or the poetry of Gary Snyder or Wendell Berry but with Thomas’ own individual style and ear and eye for the sublime.  These are poems for a rainy Saturday, poems to be read slowly and savored like perfectly aged wine, hopefully on the porch of your own cottage, real or imagined.

–David Jibson, Editor of Third Wednesday, a literary arts journal

Thomas, I think, isn’t totally honest in this chapbook.  Maybe even subversive, which is in his nature and part of his charm.  On the surface he takes you to a cabin by the lakeside, opening the door to nostalgia like Yeats does in “Innisfree,” walking the paths through mushrooms, listening to the sermons of maples and Virginia creeper, rowing in the moonlight, celebrating Halloween with the lake’s residents.  He claims that cabin life carries him “away to places in the mind not possible to find in reality,” a theme echoed in “A Morning Walk Shows Changes” when he writes, “[O]n the breeze is a hint / of excitement as if just around the bend / or at the water’s edge I’ll find / some treasure . . . .”  Look deeper though, with the artist’s eye, the poet’s eye, and you’ll find the treasures taking different forms.  Quietly, sneakily, Thomas seems to be writing about poetry in a grand and disguised metaphor.  He leaves footprints for you to follow in the soft lakeside landscapes that lead to valuable and hospitable moments: “Everyone is invited to visit me here and take a dip into these refreshing waters.” You can dip into the beauty that surrounds a fishing cabin, a lake, and its environs or a dip into the pleasures of word and image and craft.  Thomas invites to both.

–Mark Tappmeyer, Professor of  English (ret.) Southwestern Baptist University, Bolivar, Missouri

He Decided It Must Be / Ken Gosse

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The Fibonacci poem (or Fib), is an experimental form in which the syllable count follows the mathematecal pattern of the Fibonacci Sequence,  such that each number is the sum of the two preceding ones. (1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21…) Our poem of the week is an example, though in this case the poet has turned the experiment on its head.

Next-to-Last Visit With My Father / Charles Hughes

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3rd Wednesday’s poem of the week is one of the winning poems from our most recent poetry contest. It appeared in our spring issue which is available free online at our website or for $6 in print at Amazon.com.

Next-to-Last Visit With My Father / Charles Hughes

“A splendid, well-constructed example of deep emotion, quietly but vividly expressed. Each of the poem’s six 6-line stanzas feature carefully selected details from a particularly difficult farewell, making them indelible—causing the reader to sense the speaker’s dwindling hope while simultaneously cherishing the best of what remains of it.” – Marilyn L. Taylor, contest judge.