Anthropomorphizing at the Wharf: New Poems
by Colleen McManus Hein
50 Poems ~ 80 pages
Price: $4.60 ~ Kindle: .99
Publisher: Independently Published
ISBN-13: 979-8277552179
To Order: Amazon.com
ABOUT THE BOOK:
This intriguing title, Anthropomorphizing at the Wharf, Colleen Hein’s newest project, opens the door to a myriad of possibilities for poetry. To anthropomorphize is to attribute human traits to nonhuman subjects. For example, the Bible assigns human abilities to God. He “hears,” “speaks,” “weeps,” and gets “angry.” In one of Robert Frost’s poems his horse, “gives his harness bells a shake / To ask if there is some mistake.” The list of possibilities knows no end. The modest asking price is a mere pittance in return for the enjoyment that rests between its covers.
ADVANCE PRAISE:
Many poems in this superb collection returned me to days of my youth. The title poem took me back to days when my brothers and I languished on a pier at Balsam Lake, Wisconsin. The ducks knew we would be hanging out there with fishing poles, worms, and other delicacies. We seldom disappointed our web-footed friends as they swam close. I swear they testified in “quacks” their appreciation for our collective kindness. Anthropomorphizing at the Wharf will speak uniquely to each reader.
–Michael Escoubas, author Monet in Poetry and Paint
As a constant inhabitant of my kitchen, Hein’s poem “My Kitchen at Dawn,” speaks volumes to me. I try exotic recipes there. Then I write them up to publish in my online poetry journal Quill and Parchment. From my kitchen window, each new day, each subtle seasonal change has a voice: “Soon those April buds / Will sprout sleeves of leaves / Fuzzed at first, / Then full / and my window scene / will be all green.”
–Sharmagne Leland-St. John, author A Raga for George Harrison
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Colleen McManus Hein is a lifelong lover of literature across a variety of genres. Her self-supervised training has yielded numerous novels, short stories, and poetry collections published by Kindle Direct. Her background includes poetry acceptances in high school and college literary magazines in her youth. Additionally, she has contributed to East on Central as well as to Highland Park Poetry, both highly regarded venues in the Chicago area. She has also published in Poetry Cram, The Sports Scribe, The Packingtown Review, and Inkwell.
FROM THE BOOK:
There’s a Perfumed Garden in My Head
by Colleen McManus Hein
There’s a perfumed garden
In my head where poems and
Thunder bloom. There
Reside salted red velvet owls and
Summer ice moons, a place
To rest my soldier’s soul.
But soon my worries blaze
Out of control, flames fed
By an endless fuel of fears
I face.
The verses flee
Like animals before a
Tsunami of sad,
A tidal wave of tasks.
Please, poems, take me back
To the perfumed garden
In my head.
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