BOOKS: Church: Retrospective by Missy Church
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BOOKS: Church: Retrospective by Missy Church

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BOOKS: Church: Retrospective by Missy Church
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Bill Gainer is a storyteller, humorist, award winning poet and the maker of mysterious things. He earned his BA from St. Mary’s College and...read more his MPA from the University of San Francisco. He is the publisher of the PEN Award winning R. L. Crow Publications and is the ongoing host of Red Alice’s Poetry Emporium (Sacramento, CA). Gainer is internationally published and known across the country for giving legendary fun filled performances. His work is not for sissies. Visit him in his books, personal appearances, or at billgainer.com.
BOOKS: Church: Retrospective by Missy Church
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Missy Church – is someone who knows how to pull herself through the muck, slush, beauty and passion of life’s mind fields. Her poems are woven from the fiber of what makes her breath. Her poems allow you to feel, touch, see, be part of and search through that jumble of emotions that passed through all of our days. Church doesn’t waste time telling you the who, where or why she is. Church whispers her rage, her vulnerability, the emotional content of her every day. Reading her is as if she’s sitting in the room with you waiting to be held, waiting for you, the reader, to help contain the emotional explosion of a young woman spinning in the chaotic jumble of what is. Read her, love her. In Church: Retrospective she give you that “more” of what a poem is supposed to be. She goes to the inside of things. And it’s beautiful. Did I mention, Church and her work are easy to fall in love with? Read her and you will, too.

A poem from Church:

Dad

I

I begin another life tomorrow

I begin death tomorrow

a thrown into

where the adults live

II

Today I became an adult

under the cloud of my

only Father’s death

Last night I feigned the words

of a speechless beginning

as my father’s cat, Missy

stepped delicately over

my dad’s juicy head

simply to piss in her litter

His body lay soiled

by its own inner workings

for forty two hours

on the bathroom floor

in his all-alone home

III

The second day of my father’s death

the fifth day for his body

now cased in a stranger’s refrigerator

I awake with his voice

falling into my night ears

“Do you have the consciousness to change?”

Words of the dead

floating down into tangible

places that I can accept as real

voices we can hear in life

I take these sounds

my his transmissions

pluck them from my tangled hair

and bead them into bracelets

and pieces that I can finger like

old women’s rosaries

(2016)

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