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Nancy Simpson's LIVING ABOVE THE FROST LINE, New and Selected Poems was published by Carolina Wren Press (N.C. Laureate Series, 2010.) She is the author of ACROSS WATER and NIGHT STUDENT, State Street Press, still available on WWW at Alibris and Books Again. Her poems have been published in Southern Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, The Georgia Review and other literary magazines. "Carolina Bluebirds" was published in THE POETS GUIDE TO THE BIRDS, Anhinga Press). "Grass" was reprinted in the 50th Anniversary Issue of Southern Poetry Review: DON'T LEAVE HUNGRY ( U.of Arkansas Press.) Seven poems were reprinted in the textbook, SOUTHERN APPALACHIAN POETRY,(McFarland.) Two poems were published in SOLO CAFE, Two more poems were published in SOLO NOVO."In the Nantahala Gorge" was published in Pisgah Review. "Studying Winter" was reprinted in Pirene's Fountain Anthology and "The Collection" in Collecting Life Anthology. Most recently, Southern Poetry Review Edited by James Smith, published "Our Great Depression," and The Southern Poetry Anthology Vol. VII: NORTH CAROLINA,Edited by William Wright, reprinted "Leaving in the Dead of Winter."

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Two Poems by Georgia Poet Rachel Bronnum, and two more forthcoiming in Echoes Across the Blue Ridge.

Introduction and Celebration of poet Rachel Bronnum

Rachel Bronnum lives in Lawrenceville, Georgia, and in Highlands, North Carolina. Her poems have been published in a number of publications. She is a member of North Carolina Writers' Network West. In 2010, She has two poems forthcoming in
Echoes Across the Blue Ridge
Stories, Essays and Poems by Writers
Living in and Inspired by the
Southern Appalachian Mountains.


A lone windchime
hangs on the hemlock branch.
When the mountain breezes blow calm,
her soprano bells make marvelus music.
Storms cause clanks and dank discordance.
Rain and sleet and snow
slice and spackke her once smooth surface
but do not destroy nor do they dim her song.
A survivor, she wafts within her world,
one sole orb,
adrift in the immortal cosmic whole.

byRachell Bronnum, first published in the anthology IN THE GARDEN.

The Pew
Artifact from a tumble down mountain church,
the pew captures me.
I raise my paddle, once, twice, and once again.
Sold to the highest bidder.
It's mine. I own this hard, unyielding piece of wood,
or does it own me?
I feel its secrets as I ease onto the seat.
I channel a suffering great grandmother
who sat here, rigid and righteous,
brave and bound by toil and duty,
praying for strength.
The subsuming past roars in my ears.
No comfort comes From the Blood
Of the Lamb Saved by Grace Born Again.
My neck stiffens.
Time warps, convolutes, congeals.
Heaviness is all.
Stop. It's just a bench,
a catch-all for the hall, so I say.

by Rachel Bronnum first published in Freeing Jonah V

1 comment:

Brenda Kay Ledford said...

Thank you for sharing the poetry by Rachel Bronnum. I enjoyed her poems and I'm glad you informed us about this marvelous poet.