Anne Clinard Barnhill

I’m think­ing about poetry tonight–the way it can cut, razor its way through the heart, cause tears to bulge at the cor­ners of my eyes, shock my sys­tem with words, words and more words.  Thank good­ness for poems that tear words from us and patch them back together with a heal­ing balm.  I wish I were a true poet, one who could shake the bones of the prophets with my rhythm, rock­ing them into new visions.  But since I’m not one of these, I can read what oth­ers write and enjoy it, believ­ing as I read, I become more deeply human.

If there is heal­ing in this world, there is heal­ing in poetry.

Greet­ings!  I have finally arrived in the 21st Century–I am BLOGGING!!  Wouldn’t my mama be proud!  Or my sons!  Or my more techno-savvy friends!  I’ll use this first attempt to announce the upcom­ing pub­li­ca­tion of my sec­ond book, WHAT YOU LONG FOR, a short story col­lec­tion of six­teen quirky tales, told with a South­ern drawl.  Ya’ll.

You can pre-order the book at Main Street Rag for the spe­cial rate of $9.00 until April 27 when the rate will be $14.95.  Nov­el­ist Julianna Bag­gott calls the col­lec­tion “a cause for cel­e­bra­tion.”  Hope you will pass this info along to any­one who loves to read.

Cheers!