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Two Poems by Mary Buchinger
[when birds]when birds sing I feel it inside and am changed their chirr and twee the manic insistence of my branch! my tree! the lightful song of a pale-blossom wren enters my innermost cavity & my neighbor’s windchimes too a belling song feathered-metal clang that churches inside me touches old hymns and passages I once memorized the sound it wrings from the breeze when I hear it it’s here w/in…
Book covers for:
There Is Only the Sacred and the Desecrated by Mary Buchinger (Lily Poetry Review): Paul Nemser Book Prize, Honorable Mention. “A Book of Hours chronicling moments that mesh the physical with the spiritual. . . She penetrates the growth of a tree in good years and hard years by reading the formation of its rings as readily as she reaches into the life of Francis of Assisi, illuminating his understanding of the sacred, his ailments, and his love for and ministering to animals as well as people.”- Jennifer Barber. Poetry by the author of Navigating the Reach (Salmon Poetry, Honors, 2024 Massachusetts Book Award). https://lilypoetryreview.blog/lily-poetry-review-press/there-is-only-the-sacred-and-the-desecrated-by-mary-buchinger/
& Super Castle Fun Park by Daniel Zomparelli (Arsenal Pulp): The dead want to speak to you. But are you ready to hear their words? Super Castle Fun Park explores a group of people tending wistfully to their precarious lives. Dario is an aimless pessimist staying at a themed hotel who is tasked with the care of his aunt at the end of her life. Jeremy is Dario's anxious boyfriend who is trapped in his home, plagued by disturbing visions. Chelsea is an ornery medium who spends her free time on her phone trolling a group of misfits in an online game. Each of them is at the precipice of change, and the people they are interconnected to, including the dead, will be there when it happens. https://arsenalpulp.com/Books/S/Super-Castle-Fun-Park
Book cover for There Is Only the Sacred and the Desecrated by Mary Buchinger (Lily Poetry Review): Paul Nemser Book Prize, Honorable Mention. “A Book of Hours chronicling moments that mesh the physical with the spiritual. . . She penetrates the growth of a tree in good years and hard years by reading the formation of its rings as readily as she reaches into the life of Francis of Assisi, illuminating his understanding of the sacred, his ailments, and his love for and ministering to animals as well as people.”- Jennifer Barber. Poetry by the author of Navigating the Reach (Salmon Poetry, Honors, 2024 Massachusetts Book Award). https://lilypoetryreview.blog/lily-poetry-review-press/there-is-only-the-sacred-and-the-desecrated-by-mary-buchinger/
Praise for Mary Buchinger’s “Roomful of Sparrows”
“These beautiful poems shine with intelligence, as they connect human and animal, natural and spiritual worlds. A poet of contrasts, whose knowledge of science adds distinction to her voice, Buchinger turns an ordinary city morning into a pastoral (Sequence), a sidewalk pigeon into a meditation on the soul (“Redeem/ the unread vision in the higher dream”). Celebrating life with wit and love while acknowledging its transience, Buchinger is in essence a seeker of alliances among all living creatures. Her fine book makes us aware that we are interdependent, that we must spend our brief time together in ‘this roomful of sparrows/ too close to sorrow.’” -- Susan Donnelly, author of Transit
The umath of God like this --- ubiquitous and common as the moths shivering against our screens --- opened me wide.
“Reading A Wrinkle in Time” in Roomful of Sparrows by Mary Buchinger
Excerpt: Mary Buchinger
Three fabulous poems from Mary Buchinger's new collection Aerialist.
From Aerialist
Sitting on a Bench in St. Pete
I want to see art. For instance, that man with the tanned potbelly, tattoo rippling on his bicep, long grey hair sweeping his shoulder as he walks along the pier holding a casting net. With a sinker from its weighted fringe held between his lips, he twirls, balletic on his bare feet atop the narrow wall. The net opens like a lung, gulps water, then…
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