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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."

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Jeanette Cabanis-Brewin is POET OF THE MONTH OF JANUARY 2011

from Patriate – two wintery January poems
by Jeanette Cabanis-Brewin


































































Snowday Quartet
i.
A river
of air flows
above the river. As sky
lives on the surface of water
another life, so the life of water
reflects in frozen air, streaming.
When the river ducks her head
beneath the bridge, her airy sister
leaps lightly over, invisible except
that she bears the snow, strewing
whitewater blackice
across my path.

ii.
wild carrots tatting
a winter crop of lace for their Queen
each brittle brown chalice fills with it
and with a peace
undisturbed by the commerce of bees.

iii.
on each blackiced twig
snow piles to a certain depth
only
then wisely falls,
letting go of what can-
not in safety be borne,
feeling the relief of
weightlessness.

iv.
see us    fading back to no-color,
to sepiatone, to black
and white images,
a wonderful life.
we do less
and what we do—chop wood, light
fire, heat water—is briefly
enough.


To the Bear Killed Last Night on Flat Gap

I never saw you.

You appeared, loping
            through the neighbor’s raspberries,
            standing up beside the spring to observe her passing car.

You were seen at dawn, swimming
            the Tuckaseigee River, but not by me.

You left your signature everywhere
            on my world:
           
            dead pines clawed naked
            poke bushes flattened, stripped of berries
            plum branches broken down to the ground
            wasp nests scooped from the earth.

I learned to read
            the way your life was writ            next to mine.

Forgive me, neighbor. I lay awake
            and listened as you were hounded
            to your death.

The hills around the house echoed with it,
            and with what was silent there:
                        your lonely sacrifice.

Like the Levite, I crossed over the road
            into sleep with my hands clean.





Bio:
Jeannette Cabanis-Brewin, a business writer and editor by day, writes for a variety of print and online publications on business topics, and has been co-editor or co-author of several business books, including two winners of the Project Management Institute’s literature award. But in her real life, her poetry has been published in The Nomad, the Atlanta Review, and Appalachian Heritage, in the anthologies Tree Magic (SunShine Press, 2004), The Gift of Experience (Atlanta Review, 2005), Immigration, Emigration, Diversity (Chapel Hill Press, 2005), and The Moveable Nest (Helicon Press, 2007). She was a finalist in the Atlanta Review’s poetry competition in 2000 and 2005, and in the 2000 Greensboro Awards. Her chapbook, Patriate, won the Longleaf Press Open Chapbook Competition and was published by Longleaf in 2007. She lives and works in the forks of Blackbird Branch on the eastern slope of Cullowhee Mountain in the company of a dozen or so Cuckoo Marans chickens, a few hundred thousand Italian honeybees, two dogs and one husband.


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Published at Long Leaf Press

3 comments:

Jeannette Cabanis-Brewin said...

My friend and former teacher Katherine Soniat emailed me last night to say she was trying to leave a comment here without success. I'm posting it for her, because I am so flattered by her praise! here it is:

I tried to post this comment three times but
each time Google screwed up my account and then lost what I written. last time I copied it as I went....
You can post it if you like; I loved the two poems posted, BUT i hate technology,.. This makes one want to BE a bear, so I am now going to sleep--
just for the night!
****************************

I love Jeannete's poems about the NC mountains we live in, and she has a profound compassion for the wildlife with whom we share the earth, especially the bears. They are the favorite pet of her Muse, and Jeannette will have these bears (and more)
walking in and out of your dreams IF you buy her wonderful new book, Patriate. Good company for the rest of this long winter.
--katherine soniat

Nancy Simpson said...

Thank you Katherine Soniat, I agree. These are two fine poems. They speak of our place here in the mountains and speak of our time.

Thank you or trying to post. I've done about everything I can do. I took off the required CRAZY WORDS and allowed for Anonymous posting. I want this to work but believe me, I am getting discouraged. My blog is two years old, not a great success, but it has brought me some joy in communicating with other poets.

I promote poetry.

Anonymous said...

Nancy, the poems of Jeannette Cabanis-Brewin are both beautiful and gripping. I imagine I'll never forget the bear poem. Thank you for adding to the range of poets I admire.

Maren O. Mitchell