"Wallace, Idaho" by Author and Poet, Linda Beeman! Autographed!

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"Part exploration of a mythic, rough and tumble mining town of the Old West, part fond memoir of childhood's familiar places, Linda Beeman's Wallace, Idaho is sheer poetic delight. There is a keen, observant eye at work here, and an original mixture of the journalistic, the historical, and the lyric. Wallace is one of those triggering towns that Richard Hugo loved and visited. Beeman's Wallace poems show the uncanny details, forgotten characters, the ravaged traces of Nature after mining with a sure hand and a tenderness which can only come from a native child."
Lorranine Healy, author of The Habit of Buenos Aires
"This collection of lyric poems animates the town's history and underscores the place with a keen sense of linguistic music. The poems focus on the place, historical events and characters. A reader can feel the personal witnessing of history here, and it's really powerful."
Francis McCue
Linda Beeman is an award-winning non-fiction writer and poet living on Whidbey Island in Puget Sound. She is the author of 'Wallace, Idaho' and 'Collateral Damage' -- tributes to her hometown and to those scarred by the Afghan War.
Her most recent chapbook, 'Our Whidbey Year' praises notable annual events -- March peeper chorusing, yellowing Scotch broom, return of the whales in Saratoga Passage -- that bind people to Whidbey Island. "I'm an erratic here myself," she says, "discovering constellations in iced potholes and foxgloves' sinister side."
Linda Beeman is an award-winning non-fiction writer and poet living on Whidbey Island in Puget Sound. She is the author of Wallace, Idaho — a chapbook of poems celebrating the history of her gritty silver-mining hometown. Her poems have been published in Windfall: A Journal of Poetry of Place, Colorado Mesa University’s Pinyon, and online at Adanna and the University of Chicago’s Euphony Journal. |
Accumulation of Days
"We age, we bemoan
slippery memory
broken sleep
chronic pain
We reach for grace
iced forsythia on a February morning
the shape of an owl’s wing in slow flight
wood smoke smells in old textiles
acceptance that what’s undone will wait
Accumulated insights layer one upon another
knowledge sifted through humility
justice measured with compassion
beauty sculpted by imperfection
love honed with patience
hope balancing wisdom
Our voyages out
eventually bring us home
where we acknowledge
the unknowns we sought
were coded
deep within us
all along"
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