Contingencies
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| Rating | : | 4.90 (784 Votes) |
| Asin | : | B006YBA78Y |
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| Number of Pages | : | 179 Pages |
| Publish Date | : | 2014-01-29 |
| Language | : | English |
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Author Sharmagne Leland-St. John gives us her third collection of award winning poetry.ContingenciesIn Azcapotzalco,I remember mostly their dark eyes,their round, brown faces,Mexican bowl haircuts,and then,the outstretched, dirty palms,on the end of spindly armstiny hands, with ragged fingernails.In Welligama,on palm fringed beachesthey encircled us.Their dry, cracked lips beggingfor a two-pence. "One two piece, one two piece,"they chanted.Clad mummy-like in rags,gray from the mud of streets,the filth of poverty—their smiles engaging.I have seen them in Cairo,near the City of the Dead.Where the deceased live better than the living.Hauntingly beautiful children,maimed, crippled, scarred by their parentsin order to elicit pity,hence silver and copper coins,from the rich American tourists.In Lima, in front of the Cathedral which held the catafalquesand Pizarro's tomb,a gypsy woman tried to hand me a baby, pleading,"Un regalo, un regalo"As I reached out for her “gift”you held me back.“Don’t take it,”you hissed.“she’ll run away.”I stood there,in the shadow of the basilicain sombre half-light,in the cobbled streetsof this foreign city—my barren heart,my fallow wombn
Like her first two collections, her newest book,Contingencies, invites the reader to travel alongside her throughpassages of time as in her poem entitled TimeSlowed where she unveils past memoires,"time slowed/ and asked me to remember/my sister's blue-black braids/ coiling asp-like/ upon the white/ embroidered/pillow slips" amid foreign adventures, highlighted in the title poem Contingencies, where the poet takes notice of underprivileged children throughout theworld"their dark eyes,/ their round, brownfaces,/ Mexican bowl haircuts,/ and then,/ the outstretched, dirty palms,/ onthe end of spindly arms/ tiny hands,/ with ragged fingernails" Navigating heraudience along on her travels through the cities of Mexico, Sri Lanka, Egyptand Peru, Sharmagne's raw emotion at the plight of the needy captivates us aswe bear witness to her deep desires to bring fu
Sharmagnespends time between her home in the Hollywood Hills, in California and herfishing lodge on the Stillaguamish River in the Pacific Norhtwest. She is the founder of fogdog poetry inArlington,WA and tours the United States, Canada, and England, as a performancepoet.Her work can be found in a multitude of
Ointment for the soul Gerald Kaiser I'm not one to easily succumb to poetry, but Sharmagne's did me in. Her poems are intensely personal, and their presentation is ointment for the soul. In addition to the title poem Contingencies, some of my favorite ones in this volume are The Mystery of You, Time Slowed, Villanelle, Long Time Gone, We Spoke of Many Things, and If I Knew , which someone ought to make into a song.. Michael Denny said Whimsical Musings by a talented wordsmith. A delightful, highly personal collection of sometimes thoughtful, humorous, impassioned and romantic poems and short stories. Personal favorites include “Birdsong” and “Snug Harbor” about a classy party where a guest informs the author she reminds her of Coney Island. There is an always timely theme in “Peace?” and the title poem “Contingencies” tears at your heart. “Eulogy for Hector Pieterson” honors a 1Whimsical Musings by a talented wordsmith A delightful, highly personal collection of sometimes thoughtful, humorous, impassioned and romantic poems and short stories. Personal favorites include “Birdsong” and “Snug Harbor” about a classy party where a guest informs the author she reminds her of Coney Island. There is an always timely theme in “Peace?” and the title poem “Contingencies” tears at your heart. “Eulogy for Hector Pieterson” honors a 13 year old South African mart. year old South African mart. "Poetry? Not so much" according to alponsemuchagirl. This book is merely a collection of anecdotal egotistical hooey, there is nothing poetic about it. Writing down a thought or a memory and trying to say it's poetry, does not a poet make, sorry. I do not recommend this or any of her books, since they are the same.