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No Winter Maintenance: Pass at Your Own Risk Paperback – April 1, 2017
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When I read the spare, utterly dignified and beautifully crafted poems in Donna Marie Merritt’s introspective and worldly collection, No Winter Maintenance, I couldn’t help but think of the evocative and understated poems of Kobayashi Issa or Tu Fu—Bruce Cohen, author of Imminent Disappearance, Impossible Numbers, and Panoramic X-Rays.
An empathetic awareness of what it means to be human infuses No Winter Maintenance.—John Sibley Williams, award-winning poet of nine collections, including Disinheritance.
In No Winter Maintenance, Donna Marie Merritt writes with authentic vulnerability.—Loretta Diane Walker, author of Word Ghetto and In This House, winner of the 2016 Wheatley Book Award for Poetry.
. . . sink down in your favorite chair by the fireplace, and open your copy of No Winter Maintenance. . . . Let these poems, which somehow manage the difficult trick of being both wise and wickedly funny, remind you of why we are so lucky to be here, and here together——George Bilgere, Pushcart Prize-winner, author of six books, including Imperial.
She [Donna Marie Merritt] is able to find pleasure through “delicate precision / pencil on paper.”—Faith Shearin, author of five books of poetry, including The Owl Question, winner of the May Swenson Poetry Award.
Through honest and straightforward images, Donna Marie Merritt’s poems navigate the wonders freely given us—Jeffrey C. Alfier, Editor at Blue Horse Press and San Pedro River Review.
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Well, we opened the door and did not find Elijah, but he had left us a gift: the copy of No Winter Maintenance that had been ordered from Amazon several days prior.
It could have been the Messiah.
As we began the clean up after the meal, my husband remained seated at the table, glued to the book, reading, digesting and loving every bit of it.
I’ve never seen him so enthralled with a book of poetry before (and he is an avid reader).
It was important to him to have me read – immediately – the title poem for this is what we have when we come up to our home in Vermont (where I am currently sitting at my kitchen table – and, yes, there is still much snow outside).
I don’t have the skill with words to adequately express how beautiful, funny, on-target and important the poems are.
I laughed so at the ex-husband, I took to heart the unimportance of the soiled chair, I relived much of my childhood with the author.
Thank you, Donna Marie, for giving the world the gift of your insight.