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apparitions
by Amelia Cotter
34 poems ~ 54 pages
Price: $12.00
Publisher: Highland Park Poetry Press
ISBN: 978-0-578-34331-0
To Order: Amazon
ABOUT THE BOOK:
apparitions explores the cycles of anxiety and depression, from the isolation of trauma and despair to the hope found in connection, reconciliation, redemption, and resiliency. Poet and storyteller Amelia Cotter invites readers to walk the liminal spaces between alienation and belonging, darkness and light, and the earthly and otherworldly in this lovingly curated collection of micro- and prose poetry, including haiku and haibun.
ADVANCE PRAISE:
"In this riveting and masterful collection of poetry and prose, Amelia Cotter offers sorely-needed healing for those facing crisis and despondency due to physical/mental illness. It places us in the moment of pain and suffering with Cotter's revelations of her struggles, and it merits reading again and again to fully appreciate its artful expression, honesty, sensitivity, and wisdom. Highly recommended."
–Charlotte Digregorio, author of Ripples of Air: Poems of Healing
"The themes running throughout apparitions are strong and beautiful: the haunting, sickness and healing, the stellar aspects. The way these themes flow between each other is remarkable, and the haiku pairings are perfect. This is a brave collection that needs to be shared."
–Marissa Isch, author of My Muse Is a Night Owl and Bridging the Gap
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Amelia Cotter is an author and storyteller with a special interest in the supernatural, history, and folklore. Amelia lives and writes in Chicago but is originally from Maryland, where she earned a degree in German and History from Hood College. She has appeared on various radio and television programs, and regularly presents at conferences and events.
FROM THE BOOK:
We Are Made of Star Stuff
by Amelia Cotter
She becomes the chair she sits in, the drapes on the window, the wallpaper, the wall. She doesn’t get to fall apart. She gets to absorb, to recalibrate. She isn’t going to yell. In fact, she isn’t even going to cry (she hopes). And she knows she isn’t going to leave. She has nothing to threaten with. She becomes the chair she sits in.
windswept plain
sage-grouse gather
beneath the morning moon
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