#Annie Lighthart poetry

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Tricia Knoll’s parents were faith healers; she did not always heal the way they hoped. A sense of isolation and oddball-ness permeated her autobiographical narrative as described in her How I Learned To Be White. That book explores the impacts of ancestry, class and education on privilege and received the 2018 Human Relations Indie Book Gold Award for Motivational Poetry. #daughter #poetry #relationship #family

PRAISE FOR The Unknown Daughter by Tricia Knoll

Tricia Knoll’s The Unknown Daughter dedicates itself to the incredible work of Making Known: of naming and describing the complex experience of being a daughter, of asking who we might be as a culture and a country if we took it upon ourselves to honestly do so. Knoll’s book is a beautiful, taut series of linked poems filled with myriad voices, each a pebble dropped into the silencing waters of family and history, each helping to recover not just one daughter, but all.

These wise and deft poems are conversation, chorus, and community all in one: they speak right to us; they invite us in. They give crucial instruction in Making Known: “sing when the first impulse may be to whisper.”

–Annie Lighthart, Author of Pax

Tricia Knoll’s The Unknown Daughter is an un-portrait, individual and collective, historical and visionary, composed by multiple voices constellated via the titular character. This poem sequence strikingly shapes absence from so many presences. It’s a timely reminder that the more things change—socially, culturally, politically—the more they stay the same, and “the unknown” must claim her own narrative.

–Marj Hahne, Writer, Teacher, MFA in Creative Writing

The Unknown Daughter is a worthy monument to a monument that ought to exist. This connected series of poems offers acknowledgement and tribute to those women who didn’t fit the pattern and made major contributions in science and art. In these vivid poems about the symbolic unknown woman, her family, the watchwomen at the memorial, and even an Uber driver (who says dismissively, “You won’t stay long./Tell me if you want me/to drive you somewhere else.”), Tricia Knoll makes her own important contribution.

–Penelope Scambly Schott, author of On Dufur Hill

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Lantern (Evening Poetry, April 3)

*This post contains Amazon affiliate links. If you click through and make a purchase, I will receive a small compensation at no extra cost to you. This helps keep my blog ad-free. by Annie Lighthart Some evening, almost accidentally, you might yet understand that you belong, are meant to be, are sheltered--- still foolish, but looking out the door with a contented heart. This is what the king…

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A poem by Annie Lighthart

The Sound of It

Just a piano playing plainly, not even for long, and yet I suddenly think of fields of timothy and how a cow and I once studied each other over a fence while the car ticked and cooled behind me. When I turned around I was surprised that it had not sprouted tall grass from its hood, I had been gone so long. Time passes in crooked ways in some tales, and though the cow and I were relatively young when we started our watching, we looked a bit younger when I left. The cow had downed a good steady meal and was full of milk for the barn. I drove away convinced of nothing I had been so sure of before, with arms full of splinters from leaning on the fence. There was no music— I was not even humming—but just now the piano played the exact sound of that drive.

Annie Lighthart

More poems by Annie Lighthart are available on her website.

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All this is in it and will be gone. I set my ear to it as I would a heart.

from The Second Music, Annie Lighthart 

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Evening Poetry, April 5

Evening Poetry, April 5

Guest List by Annie Lighthart Only once, one afternoon, almost asleep on the couch, could I come up with the perfect guests for an imaginary dinner party--a mix of the living and dead, the deep and the shy artfully combined with the swashbuckling talkers. It was such a list: everyone would say yes, and we'd sit in pairs maybe, or close little bunches, or maybe all together at the table while the…

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Evening Poetry, March 3

Evening Poetry, March 3

*This post contains Amazon affiliate links. If you click through and make a purchase, I will receive a small compensation at no extra cost to you. This helps keep my blog ad-free. When We Look by Annie Lighthart When we look long at one another, we soften, we relent, listen, might forgive. We allow for silence --and when we see each other, are known, and in that moment might change though…

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Evening Poetry, March 19

Evening Poetry, March 19

Time is Doing Something To Us by Annie Lighthart Time is doing something to us so gradually and softly we don't notice for years, and then the work is done-- we are older. A craftsman who works this slowly is a master, and it seems unwise to challenge that art. Then what? Then feel the morning air. Walk out at night as if into the sky. It is just a little while after all. The tree you are…