THE LATEST FROM BORDER PRESS

Border Press has published four new books during the last five months and today announces its latest title, Above the Prairie, by Diane Marquart Moore. The collection of poems is a study of the broad Cajun Prairie in Louisiana and its early inhabitants, from Attakapas and Opelousas tribes to Cajun immigrants. The book includes a section entitled “An Everyday Journal,” ironic, lyrical observations about ordinary life that may resonate with readers who have had similar experiences. The cover of this volume is a photograph of a stunning piece of glasswork rendered by artist Karen Bourque, Church Point, Louisiana, and designed by Martin Romero of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Above the Prairie inspired the author when she viewed a small sign advertising “Prairie des Femme” in NuNu’s Art Collective, Arnaudville, Louisiana.

In October, Moore, who lives part of the year in New Iberia, Louisiana and part of the year in Sewanee, Tennessee, will be reading for a Louisiana Literature class at the University of Louisiana, Lafayette taught by Dr. Mary Ann Wilson, English professor at ULL. Moore will be featured in a session about how landscape influences writers; and her book, A Slow Moving Stream, is required reading for this class.

Additional titles in this year’s publishing list from Border Press:

Into the Silence, released last month, was dubbed a “medical novel” by its author, Dr. John Gibson of Jackson, Mississippi and involves issues of life and death, possession and loss, and the protagonist’s entry into the realm known by the ancients as “The Silence.” A metaphysical novel, rather than a medical one, Into the Silence introduces another of Mississippi’s gifted writers who will be signing books June 16 at Lemuria Books in Jackson, Mississippi.

In February, Border Press released Blood of the Believers, a police procedural written by Anne Simon, retired District Judge in New Iberia, Louisiana. This third title in the “Blood Series” is based on two homicide investigations in the Acadiana area of Louisiana and is a suspense-filled yarn featuring a cast of characters straight out of the bayou country. The novel has been recognized as equal to Simon’s success in the field of law and showcases her talents as a competent writer of crime novels. Simon's new book is also for sale at Books Along the Teche in New Iberia, Louisiana.

This year, poet Diane Moore also published Sifting Red Dirt, poems about “personal and cultural identity — family and place …that move the reader through layers of grace and wit… as the poet chronicles her maternal ancestors’ joys, triumphs, and failures...”  (Dr. Mary Ann Wilson, professor of English, at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette).







Two additional titles are planned for the publisher's list this year. Order these recent titles from the Amazon links below or from Border Press, P.O. Box 3124, Sewanee, TN 37375.

SEEKING THE HOLY DARK

I finally located my copies of Seek the Holy Dark by Clare Martin after shuffling household goods following my move to Sewanee, Tennessee where I spend six months of every year. I had read through the book once before leaving New Iberia, Louisiana and knew that the poems in this volume were deep explorations of themes of loss and darkness and would require more attention than a cursory reading.  

I was standing in the pulpit at St. Mary’s Convent on The Mountain at Sewanee Sunday delivering a homily and had just commented on an article by The Rev. Barbara Brown Taylor that appeared inTime magazine several years ago: “The Rev. Taylor speaks of finding God in darkness and delivered lectures on this theme for the Dubose Lectures here on The Mountain,” I said. “She says that she prays these days to the Holy Spirit which she sees as both the universally divine and the hardest to understand and says her job is to trust its movement…” Although I was focused on the delivery of the homily, what suddenly came to mind was the title of Martin’s latest book Seek the Holy Dark. On Monday, Martin's book turned up. Synchronicity?/!

Seek the Holy Dark is reminiscent of another female poet, Anne Sexton, whose last book was entitled The Awful Rowing Toward God; one in which Sexton confronts the idea of God and is defeated in her quest to adhere to a belief in the Omnipotent. Like Sexton, Martin explores the darkness that accompanies depression, telling her story as an attempt to experience catharsis. She joins the roster of female poets who have sought to legitimize depression by allowing themselves to participate in life, including depressive episodes, to honor those dark nights of the soul and to write mercilessly about the “holy dark.” 

In “Mourning,” Martin writes that “it is simple to relinquish the will to do anything to be a stone within a stone within a stone…over and over, though no cycle rules her, she rebirths herself. Empties her lungs, rises.”  It seems that the poet is letting herself into the darkness and allowing her soul to become intact, “stone within a stone within a stone” so she can move on and experience rebirth… no easy answer to the darkness. 

I don’t think that Martin intended her poetry to be a means of legitimizing depression but to form a link among creativity, spirituality, and her emotional struggles in darkness, seeking transformation and restoration. Her experiences are not neat, self-help examples of welcoming darkness and emerging with superficial answers. In “Dream of Sudden Water,” she speaks of “a harrowing thought/deep on my petrified bones — wash me savior/ we drop through this world/into dark awakening/we, the strong hearted.”

In poem after poem, Martin explores her captivity in depression, and at the end of Seek the Holy Dark, she speaks to the human condition with a vision that duplicates the ideas of John Moriarty in Nostos: “If nature can handle the destruction and reconstruction of a caterpillar into a butterfly, why shouldn’t I surrender and trust that it can handle what is happening to me?” Martin's version: “Beloved dead and living/voices surround me/a word/a handwritten note/subatomic change/of being/even spittle spurs/butterfly/to typhoon/to newborn star.”

Seek the Holy Dark is an Intense confessional of a gifted woman who sometimes crosses into the surreal, drawing poems from the depths of herself and seeking transformation while embracing the holy dark. A courageous contribution to the canon of feminist poetry.

Clare L. Martin, a native of south Louisiana, is author of Eating the Heart First, has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Dzan Books’ Best of the Web, Best New Poets, and Sundress Publication’s Best of the Net.. She is founding publisher and editor of MockingHeart Review. Seek the Holy Dark is available on amazon.com and through Yellow Flag Press, 2275 Bascom Ave. #702, Campbell CA 95008.

  

“GOOD FOR THE STOMACH?”

This past week, I celebrated my 82nd birthday and received a gracious plenty of gifts, calls, well wishes, and cards, among which was a box of forbidden food — a box of chocolate caramel candy — forbidden because it’s on a long list of foods to which I am allergic. I ate four of the pieces and promptly became ill. When my youngest daughter Elizabeth called from California, I told her the truth about her gift.

“However,” I added, “the box said, ‘made with sea salt,’ and that sounded healthy enough to me.”

“You got it past the chocolate police?” she asked. She was referring to my friend Vickie who knows about my reactions to this “food of the gods” and tries to monitor my consumption of it. “But I know how you can talk yourself into something being healthy,” Elizabeth said. “I can just walk into Trader Joe’s and see all the fresh food and feel like I’m healthy.”

When I visited my chiropractor the day after I suffered the chocolate reaction, Amy shared with me that she would buy a sack of Heath bars to distribute at Halloween and by the time “trick or treaters” showed up, the sack would be empty. A highly disciplined and healthy person, she surprised me with her chocoholic confession.

Chocolate has some positive qualities for people who aren’t allergic to it, but naysayers downplay reports that cocoa can help reduce the risk of heart disease and provide calcium, magnesium and antioxidant phenols for those who consume this food. I remember that chocolate bars were widely distributed to soldiers during WWII, but back home in the U.S., it was a rationed item, and we were lucky to get a bag of Hershey “kisses” once a year. At that time, when I got sick from eating a few “kisses,” I was accused of overeating. I was fifty years old before I learned that humans could be allergic to this sweet.  

The ancient Aztecs believed that cacao seeds had aphrodisiac qualities and were a gift of the god Quetzalcoatl; they also believed that other gods had condemned this god for sharing chocolate with humans. The only chocolate for which I have no appetite is one served in Mexico called “mole.” During a three-week visit to Oaxaca City, Mexico one summer, I sampled mole (chocolate served in chili-based sauces) at the south end of Oaxaca’s Mercado 20 de November. Ugh! No danger of my agreeing with Jose de Acosta, a Spanish Jesuit missionary who lived in Mexico in the 16th century and wrote that mole was “good for the stomach.” 

Of course, Ogden Nash wrote that “Candy is dandy/but liquor is quicker,” but that verse needs a bit of modifying because no alcoholic beverage can equal the warm rush that comes when you take a bite of something like an expensive milk chocolate truffle. I might add that the cacao beans actually were fermented and regarded as an alcoholic beverage in 1400 BC, so I guess Nash wasn’t that far off course after all…