“When Word and Image Run Away“ selected poems of Mary Blinn

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Mary Blinn
soft-bound book, black and white with color artwork
74 pages
6” x 8”

Edited by Albert Degenova and P. Hertel
After Hours Press, Elmwood Park, Illinois, 2016

In a way, it is hard to read the poems of Mary Blind because virtually every line stuns with its imagery blazing so that you cannot look away, and you feel the need to savor a new revelation. There are real shadows here, as in life, but with an eye toward dawn, like the separate bathrobes of both parents discovered after their death and “Removing his favorite flannel from the hook, / I place it, facing hers, on a hanger. / I tie them together, arm to arm.”

Another reads as an ars poetica as mother and daughter compare their painting: “We’d argue about blending colors, painting / the strangeness of a day like today when her / thoughts were the opaque certainty of oils / and mine, transparent layers of watercolors.”

Blinn is no ere observe of nature, but a Sister who allows its reality to pass through her, but changed, charged with color, her own color, as with the month of October when trees “lose their strength these last few weeks . . . resigned to display a / different, bony kind of beauty; listen to a / wisdom hidden deep in the root that whispers / your work is complete / your season has passed.”  Wise as Athene, or more truly, as a child, she leads us “through diamond / puddles left between the verses of an April storm / dances dances dances until stones turn soft / beneath her feet, blur like ink on wrinkled paper.”  Mary Blinn’s poems will capture your soul, and you will not want to be let go.”   - Larry Janowski, poet, teacher, Franciscan friar

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