ISBN: 1577332121

[EAN: 9781577332121], Neubuch, [PU: Pelican Pond], BRAND NEW PRINT ON DEMAND., Her Soup Made the Moon Weep: Poems and Photographs by Carol Alena Aronoff, Carol Aronoff, Her Soup Made the … Plus…

[EAN: 9781577332121], Neubuch, [PU: Pelican Pond], BRAND NEW PRINT ON DEMAND., Her Soup Made the Moon Weep: Poems and Photographs by Carol Alena Aronoff, Carol Aronoff, Her Soup Made the Moon Weep Poems by Carol Alena Aronoff, Ph.D. Author of: The Nature of Music Cornsilk In her newest book of poetry, Her Soup Made the Moon Weep, Carol Alena Aronoff opens the door to her past. She reveals an ability to name people and experiences with hauntingly accurate detail. Aronoff's observations remind us of our own histories, the odd moments of chance or fate that brought strangers together to create family. From her East Coast childhood, where she only wanted to be called "Dale Evans," to selling her wedding rings for living expenses, to her present-day homage to her table and couch, we know this is someone who speaks the truth. Her honesty often startles us. Her thought, "I hope I look good when I die," is a vulnerable revelation. When she unflinchingly admits to envy and to obsessing about Freud, we are allowed an intimate view of the poet's desire to understand, to name not only the physical, but also the inner-world she inhabits. Aronoff's observations move easily from the personal to strangers, a V.A. hospital patient, the night porter at the Grand Hotel, the disenfranchised, and finally those damaged by "this war without end." She is always aware of the person beneath the facade, the tender humanity of the homeless woman or the middle-aged Harley-Davidson rider. No one escapes her observation or her compassion. In her newest collection, Aronoff illustrates her poems with imagery that haunts long after the poems have been read. Her poems are written without excess, with just enough detail, just enough passion to hold the reader captive. When she says, "Everything is welcome here with no respect for order," we recognize her desire to embrace all of life, toaccept what has arrived at her door without judgment. And as she unerringly bestows names on everyone and everything, we realize that ultimately, the poet has named herself. From the Foreword by Colette Jonopulos, Co-editor, Tiger's Eye: A Journal of Poetry "Aronoff's new collection of poems is touchingly accessible and articulate, nostalgic without being overly sentimental, and truly '. stories that . shade your dreams.'" Cheryl Loetscher, poet, Unclaimed Baggage<

ISBN: 9781577332121

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: PELICAN POND PUB], Her Soup Made the Moon Weep Poems by Carol Alena Aronoff, Ph.D. Author of: The Nature of Music Cornsilk In her newest book of poetry, Her Soup M… Plus…

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: PELICAN POND PUB], Her Soup Made the Moon Weep Poems by Carol Alena Aronoff, Ph.D. Author of: The Nature of Music Cornsilk In her newest book of poetry, Her Soup Made the Moon Weep, Carol Alena Aronoff opens the door to her past. She reveals an ability to name people and experiences with hauntingly accurate detail. Aronoff's observations remind us of our own histories, the odd moments of chance or fate that brought strangers together to create family. From her East Coast childhood, where she only wanted to be called "Dale Evans," to selling her wedding rings for living expenses, to her present-day homage to her table and couch, we know this is someone who speaks the truth. Her honesty often startles us. Her thought, "I hope I look good when I die," is a vulnerable revelation. When she unflinchingly admits to envy and to obsessing about Freud, we are allowed an intimate view of the poet's desire to understand, to name not only the physical, but also the inner-world she inhabits. Aronoff's observations move easily from the personal to strangers, a V.A. hospital patient, the night porter at the Grand Hotel, the disenfranchised, and finally those damaged by "this war without end." She is always aware of the person beneath the facade, the tender humanity of the homeless woman or the middle-aged Harley-Davidson rider. No one escapes her observation or her compassion. In her newest collection, Aronoff illustrates her poems with imagery that haunts long after the poems have been read. Her poems are written without excess, with just enough detail, just enough passion to hold the reader captive. When she says, "Everything is welcome here with no respect for order," we recognize her desire to embrace all of life, to accept what has arrived at her door without judgment. And as she unerringly bestows names on everyone and everything, we realize that ultimately, the poet has named herself. From the Foreword by Colette Jonopulos, Co-editor, Tiger's Eye: A Journal of Poetry "Aronoff's new collection of poems is touchingly accessible and articulate, nostalgic without being overly sentimental, and truly '... stories that ... shade your dreams.'" Cheryl Loetscher, poet, Unclaimed Baggage Versandfertig in über 4 Wochen, [SC: 0.00], Neuware, gewerbliches Angebot<

ISBN: 9781577332121

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Pelican Pond], Her Soup Made the Moon Weep Poems by Carol Alena Aronoff, Ph.D. Author of: The Nature of Music Cornsilk In her newest book of poetry, Her Soup Made … Plus…

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Pelican Pond], Her Soup Made the Moon Weep Poems by Carol Alena Aronoff, Ph.D. Author of: The Nature of Music Cornsilk In her newest book of poetry, Her Soup Made the Moon Weep, Carol Alena Aronoff opens the door to her past. She reveals an ability to name people and experiences with hauntingly accurate detail. Aronoff's observations remind us of our own histories, the odd moments of chance or fate that brought strangers together to create family. From her East Coast childhood, where she only wanted to be called "Dale Evans," to selling her wedding rings for living expenses, to her present-day homage to her table and couch, we know this is someone who speaks the truth. Her honesty often startles us. Her thought, "I hope I look good when I die," is a vulnerable revelation. When she unflinchingly admits to envy and to obsessing about Freud, we are allowed an intimate view of the poet's desire to understand, to name not only the physical, but also the inner-world she inhabits. Aronoff's observations move easily from the personal to strangers, a V.A. hospital patient, the night porter at the Grand Hotel, the disenfranchised, and finally those damaged by "this war without end." She is always aware of the person beneath the facade, the tender humanity of the homeless woman or the middle-aged Harley-Davidson rider. No one escapes her observation or her compassion. In her newest collection, Aronoff illustrates her poems with imagery that haunts long after the poems have been read. Her poems are written without excess, with just enough detail, just enough passion to hold the reader captive. When she says, "Everything is welcome here with no respect for order," we recognize her desire to embrace all of life, to accept what has arrived at her door without judgment. And as she unerringly bestows names on everyone and everything, we realize that ultimately, the poet has named herself. From the Foreword by Colette Jonopulos, Co-editor, Tiger's Eye: A Journal of Poetry "Aronoff's new collection of poems is touchingly accessible and articulate, nostalgic without being overly sentimental, and truly '... stories that ... shade your dreams.'" Cheryl Loetscher, poet, Unclaimed BaggageVersandfertig in über 4 Wochen, [SC: 0.00]<

ISBN: 9781577332121

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Pelican Pond], Her Soup Made the Moon WeepPoems byCarol Alena Aronoff, Ph.D.Author of: The Nature of Music Cornsilk In her newest book of poetry, Her Soup Made the… Plus…

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Pelican Pond], Her Soup Made the Moon WeepPoems byCarol Alena Aronoff, Ph.D.Author of: The Nature of Music Cornsilk In her newest book of poetry, Her Soup Made the Moon Weep, Carol Alena Aronoff opens the door to her past. She reveals an ability to name people and experiences with hauntingly accurate detail. Aronoff's observations remind us of our own histories, the odd moments of chance or fate that brought strangers together to create family.From her East Coast childhood, where she only wanted to be called "Dale Evans," to selling her wedding rings for living expenses, to her present-day homage to her table and couch, we know this is someone who speaks the truth. Her honesty often startles us. Her thought, "I hope I look good when I die," is a vulnerable revelation. When she unflinchingly admits to envy and to obsessing about Freud, we are allowed an intimate view of the poet's desire to understand, to name not only the physical, but also the inner-world she inhabits.Aronoff's observations move easily from the personal to strangers, a V.A. hospital patient, the night porter at the Grand Hotel, the disenfranchised, and finally those damaged by "this war without end." She is always aware of the person beneath the facade, the tender humanity of the homeless woman or the middle-aged Harley-Davidson rider. No one escapes her observation or her compassion.In her newest collection, Aronoff illustrates her poems with imagery that haunts long after the poems have been read. Her poems are written without excess, with just enough detail, just enough passion to hold the reader captive. When she says, "Everything is welcome here with no respect for order," we recognize her desire to embrace all of life, to accept what has arrived at her door without judgment. And as she unerringly bestows names on everyone and everything, we realize that ultimately, the poet has named herself.From the Foreword by Colette Jonopulos, Co-editor, Tiger's Eye: A Journal of Poetry"Aronoff's new collection of poems is touchingly accessible and articulate, nostalgic without being overly sentimental, and truly '... stories that ... shade your dreams.'" Cheryl Loetscher, poet, Unclaimed BaggageVersandfertig in 3-5 Tagen<