A Wolfsong Anthology 1994 – 1999

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Selected Poems by A Wolfsong Anthology 1994-1999, 1999, 32 pp. $12. Selected excerpts from Wolfsong Publications chapbooks. Includes Gary Busha, Michael Koehler, Mariann Ritzer, Russell King and Chris Halla.

Please contact Wolfsong Publications via gbusha@wi.rr.com if you are interested in buying this chap.

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Weird Sisters by Nadine S. St. Louis

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A native of Oregon’s Cascade foothills, Nadine S. St. Louis studied there and in Minnesota and California; she taught in the English Department at the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire until her recent retirement. Now she is turning her attention more intensely to poetry, grandmothering, and herb gardening, but she gets her best ideas while walking Her poetry has appeared in such regional journals as North Coast Review, UpRiver, Wisconsin Academy Review, and Wisconsin Poets’ Calendar.

Weird Sisters hails the reader from the beginning of a century await-ing the impending collapse of a grand scheme to rob the ancients of their powers. St. Louis sees the ancients clearly though, in their modern reincarnations as maiden . . . mother . . . crone . . . . The poems leap WITH life, INTO life and with a hawk’s eye ABOVE life to observe, report, interpret and speak with a prophetic voice stopping short of foretelling If you feel in your gut something momentous is soon to occur, St. Louis’ poetry will affirm you are not alone. – Alan Jenkins

Weird Sisters soars with the pas-sion and strength of many women’s voices, none of them pigeon-holed into easy categories. The poet’s velvet words slip us into shockingly familiar worlds, full of nagging questions, inviting us to think our way through the remainder of our days. – Yvette Viets Flaten

Wolfsong is a publisher of contemporary poetry. Limited, signed copies of Wolfsong books are available upon special request. Address all inquiries to: Wolfsong Publications 3123 South Kennedy Drive Sturtevant, Wisconsin 53177

Weird Sisters by Nadine S. St. Louis, 2000, 28 pp. $15 – Please contact Wolfsong Publications via gbusha@wi.rr.com if you are interested in buying this chap.

Next Time You See Me by Dave Etter

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In a time when so much that passes for poetry is little more than flimsy anecdote, Dave Etter’s brief narratives are whole stories that matter. Deceptively simple, they embody the distinctive phrasings of a verbal jazz musician at the top of his form. And in his blues-tinged lyric mode, Etter has no big-hearted equal. What comes through always is the music; we’re in the presence of someone who knows that good poetry is bigger than the poet. The music is both driving force and surest sustenance around. Whether describing the profligate nature of wildflowers (“On the Wild Side”), Henry James as relationshipender (“Sisters”), waiting in line at the pharmacy (“Prescription”) or the farm bay who’d rather be painting in Paris (“Next Time You See Me”), Etter’s sly, sensuous lines accumulate to sing out the delights and frustrations or real human life on the planet. And it’s a joy-ful noise: only Etter can get away with the grinning in “I’d love a slice of bread/ and all of you” (“Star Eyes”). One of Etter’s beloved jazzmen, Illinois Jacquet, makes a cameo appearance in this collection. But he’s got nothing on Illinois Etter, who blows some of the coolest, cooking-est poems on the scene. And as long as Etter keeps swinging, this country can’t help but have a song in it’s heart (land). Bravo-and Encore! — David Clewell

“Etter has done it again. Eye. Ear. Voice. Win. Place. Show. And the one who redeems the ticket is, as always, the reader.” — Bill Kloefkorn

“Since first reading Etter’s timeless Go Read the River, I have looked forward to, and been thankful for, each new collection. Next Time You See Me is another winner.” — Chris Halla

Published widely in the small press, Etter’s work is highly regarded. This collection contains strong poems about love, relationships, and human comedies. Excerpt:

We See

Then, finally, spring, / a strong girl now, / no weak sister / teasing us between / cold snaps and snow showers, / came galloping through / the green tongues of grass, / her dress above her ears / in the lusty wind, / her naked breasts / gold wildflowers / swelling in the sun.

Wolfsong is a publisher of contemporary poetry. Limited, signed copies of Wolfsong books are available upon special request. Address all inquiries to: Wolfsong Publications 3123 South Kennedy Drive Sturtevant, Wisconsin 53177

Next Time You See Me by Dave Etter, 1997, 34 pp. $12 – Please contact Wolfsong Publications via gbusha@wi.rr.com if you are interested in buying this chap.

Water by Chris Halla

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WATER
is an impressive book. Halla has written a beautiful, moving portrait of small-town river life — fishing, swimming, rafting, plus lots about islands, marsh grass, mud, wildflowers, the girls of summer and all the rest of the things that lure us to moving water. I thought of Tom Sawyer and his Hannibal buddies — and of Becky Thatcher and Aunt Polly, too. The long title poem is superb, the gem of the collection. — Dave Etter

Here are poems which make a quiet memoir of a childhood and adolescence spent and then revisited on the Fox River. They are full of love, beauty, loss and poignancy. — John Judson

There’s the river of birth and the river of no return. Time is a river. So is life, love, hope. Rivers to cross, rivers to run. You name it … white river, black river, red river. It names us. It finds us: the poet, the painter, the singer, the reader. Every writer loves a river. Thoreau on the Concord, Twain on the Mississippi, Hemingway on the Big-Two Hearted, Derleth on the Wisconsin. The river is in our blood. This is Chris Halla’s river: the Fox. Listen to its song. Watch it flow. Know the darkness and the light. Give yourself to water. His river will carry you home.– Norbert Blei

The highlight is the nine stanza “Water” poem that shows the author’s close relationship to his young life on and near Lake Butte des Morts, Oshkosh, WI. Other poems are about love, girls, and rafting on the river. Excerpt:

“ Every time I touch water, / each time I cross it, / I imagine my kin, / the fish that swim below its surface, / the crayfish that shoot in and out / from under rocks and submerged branches, / the turtles that sun on decayed logs.”

Wolfsong is a publisher of contemporary poetry. Limited, signed copies of Wolfsong books are available upon special request. Address all inquiries to: Wolfsong Publications 3123 South Kennedy Drive Sturtevant, Wisconsin 53177

Water by Chris Halla, 1994, 26 pp. $12 – Please contact Wolfsong Publications via gbusha@wi.rr.com if you are interested in buying this chap.

The Skeptic’s Dream by Gary C. Busha

The Skeptic's Dream by Gary C. Busha

A mixed bag of early poems, the central poem reflects the author’s concerns about what we know and how we know it. Excerpt: “The Skeptic’s Dream”: The last stanza:

“And time and machinery continue stamping, changing in 
changing of the skeptic’s mind– 
all alone in eon and instant.”

The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.” – George Jean Nathan

“Who shall forbid a wise scepticism, seeing that there is no practical question on which anything more than an approximate solution can be had?” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Never take anything for granted.” – Disraeli

The Skeptic's Dream by Gary C. Busha

The Skeptic’s Dream by Gary C. Busha, 1996, 33 pp. $12Please contact Wolfsong Publications via gbusha@wi.rr.com if you are interested in buying this chap.

The Liege Poems by Gary C. Busha & Rich Bowen

The Liege Poems by Gary C. Busha & Rich Bowen

Co-written in a corporate setting, Bowen and Busha satirize the workings of the business world, from management to the little people. Excerpt: “Suddenly I’m a Liege” First stanza:

“As when the mourning dove ushers in the dawn,
I awake to find today I am no longer a pawn.
For like a bolt out of the blue,
suddenly I’m a liege, forsooth, it’s true!”

Liege (lej) 1. A lord or sovereign in feudal law. 2. A vassal or subject owing allegiance and services to a lord or sovereign under feudal law. – American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language, Houghton Mifflin Co., 0 1981 Houghton Mifflin.

“The Liege Poems are a wry look at all of us who refuse to live in “the now moment”—a kick in the pants to all who think that in the attainment of material wealth lies happiness—a wake-up call to those who are bogged down in vain pursuit of the Almighty Dollar.” — Rich Bowen

“We all serve many lieges—in our government, workplace and home. These poems derive from a common source: servitude to our superiors, peers and others. No matter what we choose to think, we all serve others and often are required to humble ourselves and pay homage. These poems offer a small glimpse into the ways we serve.” — Gary C. Busha

The Liege Poems by Gary C. Busha & Rich Bowen

The Liege Poems, Rich Bowen & Gary C. Busha, 1997, 33 pp. $12Please contact Wolfsong Publications via gbusha@wi.rr.com if you are interested in buying this chap.

Willowdown by Gary C. Busha

Willowdown by Gary C. Busha

About his idyllic childhood days, “Willowdown” (refering to large willows overhanging the shoreline of the bay) contains several early poems of nature, water, and boyhood. Excerpt: Fourth stanza of “Willowdown”:

“O, morning rainbow,
Willowdown, ever suppressed,
yawns, the sighs, the dispersal
of fragments into memory–
in movements soon forgotten.”

Memory and observation are woven like weeds into a fenceline. There are sudden realizations and the poem comes into focus. Again and again in Willowdown, the poems remind me that in poetry the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.” –Tom Montag

“Wires” is one of the finest heartland poems I’ve read in a long time. “Sail Skating” is a peaceful meditation from the innocent perspective of youth. Throughout this collection we visit places in the landscape that help us make sense of both where we are and who we are. – R. Chris Halla

Gary Busha’s poems speak a Wisconsin lake silence of love . . . of winter stillness, north wind, great fish turning under ice, of water between dock boards, autumn memory, and old men not accomplishing much, fishing in the rain. They read like prayers. – Norbert Blei

Willowdown by Gary C. Busha

Willowdown by Gary C. Busha, 1995, 34 pp. $15Please contact Wolfsong Publications via gbusha@wi.rr.com if you are interested in buying this chap.