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Her love of poetry began during her youth in New England when she discovered the poetry of Robert Frost. She has been reading poetry her entire life and writing poetry since the 1980s. She is active in small poetry writing groups in Tucson. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals, most recently The Gilded Weathervane, Still Point Arts Quarterly, The Ekphrasic Review and Soul Poetry. She is the author of the poetry chapbooks Into This Sea of Green: Poems from the Prairie, Washed by a Summer Rain: Poems from the Desert, On Horsebarn Hill: Poems, and Thread: A Memoir in Woven Poems. Her latest chapbook, co-authored with Kim McNealy Sosin, is Reflections of France: Images and Poems. Excerpts from these books appear below.
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Reflections of France: Images and Poems. |
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Reflections of France: Images and Poems was born when Janet and Kim reminisced over the poems and photographs they had separately accumulated from visits to France. As a child, Janet lived in Paris with her family for a year and also spent her junior year in college studying there. Kim also loves France and has been accumulating photos from various trips. As they recalled French delights, they felt a strong nostalgia for the sights and sounds of the city and countryside. From these memories, this book was born. Each opened page features one of Janet’s poems facing one of Kim’s photographs, some with an artistic impressionist appearance. Each page expresses a treasured memory of France. Filled with reminiscences of Paris at various times in the lives of the authors, this little jewel of a volume depicts, in words and images, both the beautiful and the sometimes not so beautiful facets of that iconic city. Rives remembers those days with a kaleidoscope of poetic description as colorful as the stained-glass windows of Notre Dame. From the memories “…now carefully wrapped in [the] frayed silk” of a pink scarf she purchased there to learning from her father “how to honor…hand on my heart, head bowed” at Suresnes, this book brings the experiences alive with skillfully written poetry accompanied by Sosin’s beautiful, vivid images. —Bonnie Wehle, author of A Certain Ache: Poems in Women's Voices |
The Boulangerie in Sèvres I would love to be a kid again wave a baguette in the air, bread from the boulangerie up the hill at the end of rue de Bruyères. I would love to take it home to Mother who is in our tiny kitchen fixing dinner, teaching me words she just learned at the market petits pois, poulet, pommes de terre peas, chicken, potatoes, a meal like back home. I daydream of tomorrow and how I will amuse the bakery ladies once more with my fractured French Bonjour Mesdames. They will laugh at me then hand me a pain au chocolat for free, as always. |
![]() Boulangerie in Strasbourg. |
On Horsebarn Hill.
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And who wouldn't want again.... -Jenny George, "Migration" I'd want the young father letting go of the rear wheel watching the girl fly down the hill on her big sister's bike and the young mother telling her child she could wear anything she wanted to her fifth birthday party- Levi's, boots, flannel shirt. The robins wedged among branches of the silver maple-I'd claim them too and the sister holding a tiny hand as we walk to the school bus stop. I'd capture aromas from the kitchen- pot roast, gingerbread, bacon and even stinky smells-cows, horses, pigs, all that manure. Mostly I'd gather days of energy, freedom, warmth, years when I was part of the clutch, helping build a nest with those I loved.
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Thread: A Memoir in Woven Poems.
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Synopsis
In Thread: A Memoir in Woven Poems, the author reveals connecting filaments of nature, place, family, and friendship over her lifetime. From a "Snow Day" in childhood to years living "In Paris" to the "Blaze" of a southwest desert to being "Called to Stay" in the Midwest to finally moving "Ahead" into retirement, she weaves prose narrative through her poetry. These hybrids capture the transitions of life in a lyric tapestry.
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"Only connect!" wrote E.M. Forster. "Live in fragments no longer." Janet McMillan Rives exemplifies this calling. "I remember connections," she declares, and it's true. Rives' recollections are painterly. She shows us "blue green agave, muted orchid skies at sunrise, subtle pink reflecting off the mountain side, cool cloudless azure skies." But the thread that securely binds together this hybrid of memoir and poetry is Rives' "open-hearted, open-minded" capacity to connect-with history, place, and most of all, people, especially her readers. "There is no one left in my circle who lived through these moments with me, no one with whom to share. So I write," writes Rives. And-lucky us!-we read. We connect. Thread widens the circle of the writer's life to welcome and include anyone fortunate enough to become interwoven with this honest, lyrical book. –Rachel M. Srubas, author of The Desert of Compassion, The Girl Got Up and other books. | |||||
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