Hello October & BOOK GIVEAWAY!!!

September was quite a busy (insane!) month for me, and I didn’t have a moment to breathe, let alone blog.  School started, my husband started a new job, we all were sick with a stomach flu for a week (the first week of new job/school), and my little guy turned one years old!


And in the midst of all this, my second book of poems arrived on my doorstep!

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It’s called Morph and Bloom, and I wrote it during the first five years of my older son’s life.  It’s hard to boil down poetry in just a sentence or two, but I would say that the book’s main theme is new motherhood.  There’s also sex, love, marriage, childhood, loss, identity, etc.  And there are certainly poems in it about breastfeeding, including toddler nursing, bigger kid nursing, and weaning.  Again, it’s hard to generalize, and to me, poems exist on a different plane than most writing, where there isn’t really one thing a poem is about, and certainly an entire book of poems.  A good poem will move you with its language, its nuance, its sensuality, its darkness, its light.

I know some people think reading poetry is difficult and impenetrable.  I think it really depends on the poem and on you!  If you’re open, if you find a voice, or a texture, or a music that moves you, then you’ve gotten it!  I write narrative/lyrical poems, so although there might be aspects of them that are hard to “get,” I think they speak in pretty clear words.

Here is a poem from the book.  It’s called “His First Week” and first appeared in No Tell Motel, and in the anthology, Mamas and Papas: On the Sublime and Heartbreaking Art of Parenting.

His First Week

I feared the blood on the sheet,
the knifey zap of letdown,
the choking spray of milk.
Each time he fell asleep, his death.
And when he wouldn’t sleep,
his gray, feral eyes.
My face: puffy, swollen,
as though I’d suckled at the amnion,
drowned in the birth pool.
And what if I did die,
what if he had no mother, no milk.
What if we never slept again,
and the world became dream
and the dream became world.
I feared the world,
the polar ice caps melting,
my son never knowing
winter, his life an endless summer,
his lungs, his skin, the boy
who had grown in my body
black and burning.
It was winter and the bedroom
was shot with bourbon light.
I folded him up in a blanket
and carried him through the apartment.
This is it, I told him,
the sink gleaming with dishes,
my old clothes in twisted heaps on the floor.

If you’d like to read more poems from the book, here are a bunch of links to poems online.  And if you’d like to buy the book, you can order a signed copy here, or order from Amazon.  I am always happy to answer any questions about the book that you may have.

And just for fun, I am doing a GIVEAWAY of the book this week!  Anyone who leaves a comment on this post (any comment you wish) by next Friday, October 11th, will have a chance to win.  I will randomly select a winner on Saturday, October 12th, and will announce it here.  The book will be mailed to you and signed by me.

26 thoughts on “Hello October & BOOK GIVEAWAY!!!

  1. Tracey

    Awesome poem! Which sums up a new mother’s fears! And the fear that I relate with most being a breastfeeding mom who exclusively breastfed was ”…no mother, no milk”.


  2. Alex Altamirano

    I still have my signed copy of Epicenter when you told me that one day I’ll be signing a book for you…hope I can one day. You’re such a terrific writer Wendy. I still look at you as my writing mentor.


  3. sing2youMarny

    It saddens me that I’ve never read any of your work before this. That was a beautiful poem, and definitely sums up some of the (multitude of) fears I had as a new mother. I look forward to reading more of your pieces!


  4. Jane LeCroy

    I am excited for your new book! I will try to win it by sharing one of my poems about motherhood, as you are so generous with yours.

    Babies Exhibit Sleep Grins
    In the sleepiness
    there are dreams.
    Sleep grins light up a sleeping baby’s face,
    the fists are clenched in hope
    grasping the need to try.

    I know you are tired and it hurts.
    The world full of exhaust exhausts us
    but you smile, sleepy head
    the sun is beautiful enough
    to keep us waking up.

    The dreams are possibilities
    say them out loud
    for the beautiful babies that are
    and that we are still
    our fists clenched,

    -Jane LeCroy



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