July was a tough month and August is busy, so I won’t be reading 31 poetry books for the Sealey Challenge this year. I have managed to read two lovely collections from Jacar Press, however, that will stay with me for awhile. And Kudos to Richard Krawiec for establishing Jacar and its fine catalogue of books.

When my Best Beloved saw the title of Tina Kelley‘s latest collection, he thought it was a sort of dictionary-field guide and was slightly disappointed that it is poetry. There’s nothing to disappoint in this collection, though, and it really is something of a field guide–it’s full of interesting words that describe what we didn’t know there were words for, and full of speculations about meaning and inquiries into etymology, and a few puns and other sorts of wordplay. Kelley has written more prose and journalism than poetry, but her poetry never overplays the cleverness of her thinking; the balance of thought-provoking and incisively intelligent observations in her work impressed me. It’s the kind of collection that makes you want to review some of the poems again after you’ve finished the book, to go back and see what you might have missed on the first read.

Kathryn Kirkpatrick‘s book Creature feels entirely different but also masterfully achieved. I enjoyed reading each poem twice, which slowed me down a bit but helped me to savor the subtle way she employs rhyme and alliteration, or verse forms, and varieties of said, into her work. What stands out most, however, is an abiding sense of compassion for the world and its beings. I felt very…embraced by these poems. True, too, that the middle of the collection contains beautiful pieces about her mother’s death, which right now hits close to home for me. In “The Bath,” Kirkpatrick writes:

I fall asleep, then startle in
the warm water, or groggy, lift

awake, away from full immersion
as when at night, the memories
come on, and I'm awash again

in grief, not your absence so much
as your going, the last laps of 
it, you making a clean start each

living day, up for it, the past
washed clear away...

...
Now that I never hear it, I
want to bathe in your voice.

~

I have found real comfort in the words of these poets and am grateful I happened to read them just now, when I’m not writing much and just kind of getting through each day with the garden and yoga and housekeeping and reading, though I will be going back to my hospice volunteering this week (I took a month off when my mother was dying). It is important to stay connected to the world and the creatures in it. Even those who are in the process of leaving it, like the patients in hospice, and the lightning bugs that are near the ends of their summer lives.