Delighted to present my newest chapbook, Fly Away Home, published by Dancing Girl Press...

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Pleased to present 10 of my poems in new issue of
 UCity Review:      

noteworthy

In each issue, the editors choose a writer they would like to bring
to the readers' attention.

In this issue, Ann Neuser Lederer is highlighted.

Ann Neuser Lederer, a nurse by trade and dedication, looks with eyes ready to make a diagnosis: "Already the future arrives. / The antidote for liquid bandage: more of the same." In powerful, jarring image after image, Lederer's poems stay with us, whispering in our ear when we are trying to sleep: "The wind kicks up: a gasp. // That photo -- you know the one -- that little red T shirt. Seemingly napping. // Rips out tongues." A healing presence permeates these poems making us willing to trust the diagnosis: "You can slowly bathe the body. // You can hold its hands. // You can finally rest."

Vestiges' Visits

Parade of Antidotes

Contradictory Messengers

Sneakers & Shorts

A Run with the Riff-Raff

Revelry

Heron, Apparently Puzzled

Fold Flat to Fit

Vicissitudes of Living

Last Mowing

Equinox:  September 22, 2017 . . .

Fomalhaut  "is sometimes called the Loneliest Star."
Fomalhaut  "shines in the sky all night long during the autumn months."
Fomalhaut  "appears in a part of the sky...largely empty of bright stars."
Fomalhaut  "is sometimes called the Loneliest Star."

(Formalhaut, a "found poem". . .my remix of  "Star of the Week: Fomalhaut" )


Some Lines from My Poems  . . .



No two alike: scraps from old nightgowns, 
strips of rags, frayed baby blankets, outdated ties.

Wadded to begin with, then wound like yarn
until there is no more. 
Utterly useless, she explains, but the children love them. . . .

"Rummage Box" Survive & Thrive: A Journal for Medical Humanities and Narrative as Medicine, volume 3, issue 1, 2017




 

Gnats cling to flimsy screens from the outside,
pricks of light in the moon museum's fake infinity room.


"Barrier Breaths" U City Review 2016








On a fir tree, low hanging, a pale bluish berry.
Hoping for a scent of juniper,
I scratched its fogged surface: nothing.

"Waiting for Juniper" Blue Fifth Review 2016




Every little instance holds a tidbit to pass on.
When driving on a winding road,
always point straight toward the curves.



"Morgan" New Verse News






No need to be really chewed.
Imagination does the deed.

"All Versions Are Subversions" Blue Five Notebook 2015



Swimmers unite! Make way without maps.
Floor plans of unity create a shifty security



"Without Ropes" UCity Review 2016









At first a pluckable fruit, the sun
spins into forbidden,
an unbearable white disc


"Progressions" Heron Tree 2015







On opposite sides of their cells, their walls,
one knocks, one answers.
Sundown, they seem to holler



"What the Old Will Do"
Survive & Thrive: A Journal for Medical Humanities and Narrative as Medicine 2015 

Summer Solstice . . . June 21, 2017 


Way up north, you could drink from the lake
dip your tin cup from the gliding canoe.

. . .from my poem "Signals of Summer"  Cider Press Review, 2013 

Spring Equinox . . . March 20, 2017. . .

From afar, before budding,
the trees’ bones looked identical.

Fingering the nubs,
the expert told a better story.

from my poem "Bits of Advice" in The 2River View

Winter Solstice ~ December 21, 2016

. . .
We make lights.
We have hope.     
The Earth, our sister,
will twist in her spin.
The day will creep back.
We will proceed.
. . .
from my poem "Winter Solstice" Potato Eyes, 1998;
and in my chapbook "Approaching Freeze" FootHills, 2003

  

Equinox  . . .  September 22, 2016
 . . .
"I went to sleep in the summer
I dreamed of rain

in the morning the fields were wet
and it was autumn"
. . .

~ by  Linda Pastan: poem "September" 

Summer Solstice June 20 & first Full Moon at Summer Solstice since "The Summer of Love" 
. . .
It is summer, it is the solstice
the crowd is

cheering, the crowd is laughing
in detail
. . .

poem By William Carlos Williams 
"The crowd at the ball game"

. . ."The shortest day hovers over

    the weather map

    like a cloud of radiation.". . .

in "Approaching Freeze" -- title poem of my chapbook (Foothills Publishing)

Last night was Winter Solstice . . .now, the focus is Light

Autumn Equinox . . .September 23, 2015  

"Now is the time of year when bees are wild and eccentric. . ."  ~ Elizabeth Alexander "Equinox"