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Parental Forest
by Chad Norman
53 Poems ~ 73 pages
Price: $14.78
Publisher: AOS Publishing
ISBN #: 978-1-990496-20-2
To Order: Amazon.com
ABOUT THE BOOK:
“Parental Forest” by Chad Norman is a collection of poems that reaffirms our humanity and interconnectedness by immersing itself in the natural world. Norman’s writing is both politically engaging and delicately beautiful, leaving readers catching their breath un-expectedly.
ADVANCE PRAISE:
With poems such as “The Beauty of the Thistle,” and “The ID Cove 20” this collection is bound to impress.
–Kenneth Sherman, author of What the Furies Bring, (2009)
“In Chad Norman’s poetry, the word is created and re-created with great attention to details and beings involved, appearing in one of its reincarnations and combinations, as an open system, where everything is connected and interchangeable–a person, a plant, a bird, a tree. Each poem sounds like a secret recipe for medicine, the healing effect of which the author knows and generously shares with us.”
–Halyna Kruk, fellow poet & professor of European and Ukrainian baroque literature, at the Ivan Franko National University of Lviv.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Poet Chad Norman, Truro, NS, Canada is a member of The League of Canadian Poets. His work has appeared for nearly 40 years in literary publications across Canada, as well as other countries around the world. His poems have been translated into Albanian, Spanish, Polish, Chinese, Turkish, Italian, Czech, Vietnamese, and Hungarian. His most recent books are Simona: A Celebration Of The S.P.C.A., out 2021 from Cyberwit. Net Press (India), Squall: Poems In The Voice of Mary Shelley, 2020, Guernica Editions (Toronto), A Matter Of Inclusion, 2022, Mwanaka Media And Publishing (Zimbabwe), and a children’s picture book B and Boy, 2023, Cyberwit.Net (India).
FROM THE BOOK:
Parental Forest
by Chad Norman
I have been touched.
I have been entered.
And now you’re in me.
And now you’re helping me.
I can only tell you
the moon isn’t super, just full.
I see it that way,
but you won’t believe me,
will you?
Somewhere along the walk
the cold is very cold,
everything I am in,
dressed, hooded, gloved,
just a shivering man.
Trying can describe
some of it,
this living I do,
I have here in me,
this living being more
than me, being a big view.
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