87 pages, price $15.00
ISBN 0-9714003-4-2
ISBN 0-9714003-4-2
Change is a collection of poems with the timeline of a new
people, a new people who have a history only now being told
and only now gaining a full account. Steeped in the experience
of the past decades - the change that a generation has
participated in - this work may be its first real look. Written in
a natural voice, that is crafted to perfection, with the twists
and turns and wisdom that has taken much of a life to distill
and claiming, with a bit of melancholy, that it will do you
good, Gail's Change is a work of love both in its content and
in its execution.
Never the same river twice, and life keeps moving on. These
are the truths that Change celebrates, mourns, puzzles over,
and explores in language that is so accurately beautiful, and so
beautifully accurate, that it leaps off the page. Once again,
Gail Rudd Entrekin digs into reality, and comes up with glory.
- Alicia Ostriker, critic and poet, Dancing at the Devil’s Party
Change (will do you good) rocks on the salt sea of a
woman’s life, buoyed by Gail Entrekin’s deft images and clean
lines. Children born, grown, and gone; farewell song of an
aging body; the tenderness and doubts of a marriage -
everything’s awash in joy and sorrow, delivered without
sentiment or apology by a writer whose wisdom is earned and
whose language is truly beautiful.
- Molly Fisk, poet, Terrain
Using language luminous and precise, Gail Entrekin explores
the essential elements: love, sex, daughters and sons, aging,
illness, fear and fury. And it is love — of husband and
children, of friends, and her dog, and a monumental one of
words — that holds this spell binding collection together. Pick
it up. You won’t be able to put it down.
- Sands Hall, novelist, Catching Heaven
people, a new people who have a history only now being told
and only now gaining a full account. Steeped in the experience
of the past decades - the change that a generation has
participated in - this work may be its first real look. Written in
a natural voice, that is crafted to perfection, with the twists
and turns and wisdom that has taken much of a life to distill
and claiming, with a bit of melancholy, that it will do you
good, Gail's Change is a work of love both in its content and
in its execution.
Never the same river twice, and life keeps moving on. These
are the truths that Change celebrates, mourns, puzzles over,
and explores in language that is so accurately beautiful, and so
beautifully accurate, that it leaps off the page. Once again,
Gail Rudd Entrekin digs into reality, and comes up with glory.
- Alicia Ostriker, critic and poet, Dancing at the Devil’s Party
Change (will do you good) rocks on the salt sea of a
woman’s life, buoyed by Gail Entrekin’s deft images and clean
lines. Children born, grown, and gone; farewell song of an
aging body; the tenderness and doubts of a marriage -
everything’s awash in joy and sorrow, delivered without
sentiment or apology by a writer whose wisdom is earned and
whose language is truly beautiful.
- Molly Fisk, poet, Terrain
Using language luminous and precise, Gail Entrekin explores
the essential elements: love, sex, daughters and sons, aging,
illness, fear and fury. And it is love — of husband and
children, of friends, and her dog, and a monumental one of
words — that holds this spell binding collection together. Pick
it up. You won’t be able to put it down.
- Sands Hall, novelist, Catching Heaven
HOT FLASHES
Not pain but a blushing,
a deep engine chugging in the delicate body,
smoldering out through the skin,
an internal sauna
so that tiny drops pop through
and gloss the face, the throat,
the soft, hidden sides under the dress
sodden with slippery wet
sliding down – the hot hair lifted,
drenched, from the neck.
Rude hormones, like bad tenants,
are having yet another good-bye party
before they move away forever,
stealing the silver candlesticks from my hope chest
and the poster of Ho Chi Minh.
Every night they wake me from my deep sleep,
my dreams of the river flowing backwards up the
mountain
away from the greedy sea —
to a crashing on the stairs,
drunken shouts, stupid hilarity
around the bonfire on the lawn
where the old furnishings,
the beautiful things my parents gave me
when I first moved in,
piece by piece, night after night,
go up in flames.
Not pain but a blushing,
a deep engine chugging in the delicate body,
smoldering out through the skin,
an internal sauna
so that tiny drops pop through
and gloss the face, the throat,
the soft, hidden sides under the dress
sodden with slippery wet
sliding down – the hot hair lifted,
drenched, from the neck.
Rude hormones, like bad tenants,
are having yet another good-bye party
before they move away forever,
stealing the silver candlesticks from my hope chest
and the poster of Ho Chi Minh.
Every night they wake me from my deep sleep,
my dreams of the river flowing backwards up the
mountain
away from the greedy sea —
to a crashing on the stairs,
drunken shouts, stupid hilarity
around the bonfire on the lawn
where the old furnishings,
the beautiful things my parents gave me
when I first moved in,
piece by piece, night after night,
go up in flames.
THEORIES
after Cirque du Soleil
The wizard in the metallic green vest
silver shoes that curl at the toes
comes out pushing his marvelous machine
clearly assembled from spare parts
in multi-colors with rare horns and whistles.
His assistant, small and quick, rushes on,
a rubber chicken swinging from one fist,
in her other arm a huge puff of cotton candy.
The magician is pleased. He rubs his
hands together in elaborate eagerness
and together they climb up and feed
first the chicken, then the pink fluff,
into the blue bell of the magical machine.
The satisfied assistant hurries off stage
and the wizard thoughtfully turns the crank –
loud grinding noises, vague absent looks –
and then, suddenly, from chicken and spun
sugar,
stars!
after Cirque du Soleil
The wizard in the metallic green vest
silver shoes that curl at the toes
comes out pushing his marvelous machine
clearly assembled from spare parts
in multi-colors with rare horns and whistles.
His assistant, small and quick, rushes on,
a rubber chicken swinging from one fist,
in her other arm a huge puff of cotton candy.
The magician is pleased. He rubs his
hands together in elaborate eagerness
and together they climb up and feed
first the chicken, then the pink fluff,
into the blue bell of the magical machine.
The satisfied assistant hurries off stage
and the wizard thoughtfully turns the crank –
loud grinding noises, vague absent looks –
and then, suddenly, from chicken and spun
sugar,
stars!
| Poetic Matrix Press announces the release of Change (will do you good) by poet Gail Rudd Entrekin Chosen as the 2005 Slim Volume Selection Nominated for the Northern California Book Award |
| Review by Paul Dolinsky on The Golden Lantern Buddhist Poetry Website and Amazon.com. Review by B.L. Kennedy in rattlesnake review Spring 2006 Review by Tom Goff on Sacramento Poetry Center Website Ads for Gail Entrekin's Change (will do you good) appeared in the May/June 2006 issues of Poets & Writers Magazine and Poetry Flash. |
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