Nolcha Fox has a new book coming out called Writing Between the Lines. I just had to share this cover. It’s amazing! I’ve read it because I was asked to write a blurb, which is below. I think the form is interesting. Nolcha writes poetic lines between two lines by another poet. Nolcha’s lines provide a response as well as a new perspective.
Because preorders have started, I’ll share additional information.
Amazon Book Description
Each natural jewel has its own unique brilliance. Catch the fire in a diamond and it’s like no other. As Nolcha catches the fire from other’s poems, these reflections create a whole new light show. As you read through the poems, you may find remnants of life’s experience weaving through. Like the light streams through stained glass windows, there are illuminations, sun dogs of brilliance, fractures melded into brilliant streams of color, of light.
Praise for Writing Between the Lines
Nolcha Fox is fearless. She walks the literary tightrope between success and failure with grace and elegance and she never ever disappoints. For my money, she’s simply one of the most remarkable writers to come along in years.
John Yamrus, author of Don’t Shoot the Messenger: Just Give Him a Good Place to Hide
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Nolcha Fox’s new poetry book, Writing Between the Lines, is a keen collection of poems that begin and end with two lines from another poet’s poem. Although two lines are credited to another poet, the reader is taken into a new story and resolution decorated with vivid imagery and metaphors.
Barbara Leonhard, author of Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir
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“Writing Between the Lines” by Nolcha Fox is a collection that surprises at every turn. Written as part of a 30-poems-in-30-days challenge, each piece begins and ends with borrowed lines from other poets, yet what happens in between is unmistakably Fox’s own voice.
The poems move effortlessly between humour and heartbreak. In “Drunk,” night, sleep, and dawn stumble together like a merry band of revellers, while “My Father’s Death” cuts deeply with raw grief and memory. “Dog Days” transforms the sun into a mischievous dog splashing through a creek, while “Keep Things Simple” delivers biting dark wit.
Nolcha Fox excels at capturing the contradictions of human experience, sorrow and absurdity, longing and laughter. Her imagery is sharp, her tone daring, and her honesty uncompromising.
Munmun Samanta, author of Yellow Chrysanthemum
Sample Poem
City, City
I was like you once, he added, in love with turbulence.
I was a red ball bounced against billboards by circumstance.
I was a freeway under orange-barrel construction.
My angry commute was eaten by streetlights.
The city is a myth of silence.
The city — the city is where I disappear.
First and last lines from Louise Gluck’s poem, “Aboriginal Landscape”
Flight
You move through shards and splinters,
brown leaves swirling, falling, on the brambles,
a fluttering heart, wings worn to shreds.
Melodies I cannot hear
beckon you to unknown country.
I follow, you don’t see me, know me.
I, a clod of half-baked mud,
and you a bird in oblique flight.
First and last lines from Rosmarie Waldrop’s poem, “A Valentine That Can’t Be Sent”
You can preorder the Kindle for $3.99.
Paperback ($12.95)
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