According
to the profile in the East Texas Writer’s
Guild, Anne McCrady’s poetry and creative non-fiction have appeared
internationally in literary journals, anthologies and magazines. Her two poetry collections have both been
prize winners, as have dozens of her single poems. Besides her writing,
editorial and review publication credits, Anne offers keynotes, workshops,
retreat programs, inspirational presentations and events in support of poetry,
storytelling, community organizations and peace. Anne lives in Henderson, Texas with her
husband, Mike, and she is the founder of InSpiritry, where she is “Putting Words to Work for a
Better World.”
I met Anne McCrady
at a poetry workshop a few years ago, and immediately felt a connection to her
poetry. In her latest collection, Letting Myself In, she deals cleverly
with tremendously visual descriptions of worlds and lives in transition. She captures the feel and the emotions of
East Texas and the people who live and struggle to reach their dreams.
Many of her poems
have become favorites of mine, so choosing which to quote for this review was
not easy. The second poem in the
collection personally struck me close to my own view of my life. The poem is “Aubade,” which is a poem
reflecting on the dawn. She writes, “Of
all the time to travel / a new road, why choose now? / How hard it will be / to
move from the hearth / just as logs are being hauled inside, / how odd to life
from the hook / beside the door, my jacket -- / its weight an informal burden /
on my September shoulders. // Turning to go, / I cannot think / what to take
along: / a map, a dog, my books. / Maybe it is better / to travel light, / off
on my own this time, / each step a reluctant soldier’s song / of how hard – oh,
how hard – it is to leave home” (5). I
do a lot of traveling to visit far flung family members these days, and this
poem felt like a warm breeze leading me down the road.
Another favorite is
"October Rain.” McCrady writes, ‘In the
garden, / leftover moisture clings / to bits of fading growth, / pools on cool,
curled vines, / drips in strands of pearls / to the soggy earth beneath. //
Time is muffled. / Day cannot climb out / of dawn’s damp blanket. / With no
breeze, settled, / wood smoke sleeps in. / Live oak flags hang slack, / and
pine boughs wait for word. // For now things can wait. / Like circling geese, /
life and clouds float patiently / watching for signs / of a good, hard blow .
to dry out the coming day / and open up a clear, cold sky” (13).
“Putting words to
work,” is an excellent motto for the poetry of Anne McCrady. Her collection is a warm, calming, and
seductive exploration of the world we live in.
Letting Myself In will have
that effect on you. 5 stars.
--Chiron, 11/8/15
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