These are blurbs for my book of poetry (“Thin is the Kingdom”) to be released at some unknown date in the nearish future by Pinyon Press of Colorado.
From Mark Cox.
How best to describe this book? Imagine Breughel raised Baptist and painting Jackson, Mississippi. Picture Franny Glass in a Dixie Chicks t-shirt with a Pyrex casserole dish of creamed corn in one hand and Finnegans Wake in the other. Picture William Faulkner drinking Slim Fast and reading Robert Creeley under a carport collapsing beneath the weight of wisteria. Feel a searing mid-August Deep South sun paying due respect to a history of shadow. This book is original and just plain wonderful. Gerald’s poems have a gritty authority and depict a world wherein our suffering is assuaged by hard earned book smarts and stubborn, wry, compassionate humor.
From Angela Ball.
In Sharon Gerald’s wise and resilient poems, “Beauty swills about like /morning coffee. Sleek black cats yearn toward sparrows / forever out of grasp. Dogwoods come to visit,” and a rock formation resembles “Mother Mary reaching out to Jabba the Hut.” Asking “What is a lie but / a good intention / stumbling on its own / crooked toes?” Gerald knows that in our awkward lives, loss abides with humor, and foolishness with hard-won grace. These poems are friends I love knowing. I wish you the pleasure of their company.
I must say I am speechless. They’ve made this sound like a book I’d like to read.