Janet’s 2018 book – Feathered Dreams: celebrating birds in poems, stories & images
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2019 self-published chapbook –
What is the Boiling Point of Clouds?
Poems of the Southwest
by Faith Kaltenbach, Andi Penner, and Janet Ruth
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“The Door to Night is Ajar” was published in Sin Fronteras Volume 24, 2020.
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“Dream of Trees” was published in Tiny Seed Literary Journal on 16 March 2020.
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“Homage to W. S. Merwin: Glosa in Six Voices Based on “The Solstice” , a collaborative poem with Janet’s Albuquerque Prompt Group, was published in Unlost: Journal of Found Poetry & Art Issue #20 in February 2020. It also includes a collage (at left) that Janet created with images and lines from the poem.
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“Butcher Bird” was published in fall 2019 in Spiral Orb, Volume 15 Literary Inventory of Organ Mountains/Desert Peaks
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“My Mother’s Garden” was published in Fall 2019 in Santa Fe Literary Review, Vol. 14.
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“The Plunge” was published in Loon Magic and Other Night Sounds anthology (Outrider Press, 2019).
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“extra words” haiku published in 2019 Poets’ Picnic: a celebration of Nature, Calligraphy, Music & Poetry, Open Space Visitor Center.
extra words drift
away like autumn leaves —
writing haiku
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“Various Forms of Happiness” (an erasure poem using lines from Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek) was published in May in Unlost: Journal of Found Poetry & Art, Vol. #17.
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In May 2019, recordings of Janet reading four of her poems — “Moving,” “On a Rio Grande Oxbow in Autumn,” “Shimmer,” and “The Universe is Expanding” — were included in the new Telepoem Booth at the Genoveva Chavez Community Center in Santa Fe, NM.
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“Flying” was published in February 2019 in The Ekphrastic Review.
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“Caregiver” and “Lights Out” published in Missing Persons: reflections on dementia, edited by Deb Coy (Beatlick Press, 2019).
“The Flower of Her Amazement” (a cento in homage to Mary Oliver) first published in Unlost: Journal of Found Poetry & Art, 2 December 2018. Posted on the NaturePoem list-serve on 23 January 2019.
“This Season and What is Alive” published in Manzano Mountain Review, Winter 2018
“Out of the Park,” “Beachhead,” and “The List”
published in Fixed and Free Poetry Anthology 2018
edited by Billy Brown
“first coyote” published in The Heron’s Nest, September 2018.
first coyote’s
wild ululation
then there were ten
“What Lies Beneath” published in The Ekphrastic Review, 29 June 2018.
“raven” and “yellow petals” published in 2018 Poets’ Picnic
raven shouts coal-black thoughts
can’t get no satisfaction
yellow petals fly
goldfinch reaps sunflower’s
black heart
“Blue River (Rio Chama) – a Word Painting” published in The Ekphrastic Review, 27 February 2018.
“Arson” published in bird’s thumb, June 2017 issue
“Las Desaparecidas en Albuquerque” published in Santa Fe Literary Review, 2017
“Canticle to Change,” “Metamorphoses,” and “Safety” published in VALUE: Essays, Stories & Poems by Women of a Certain Age, Beatlick Press 2017
[NOTE: artwork in “Metamorphoses” is by Janet Ruth]
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“marigolds” and “night fills” published in A Poets Picnic 2017
marigolds
pungent in my thoughts
do not forget us
night fills with
spadefoot toad syncopation
monsoon hip-hop
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“autumn” published in Earthsigns, 2017.
autumn beneath sycamores
fallen stars litter the ground
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“Waiting” and “Like a Prayer” published in WATER: a Poets Speak Anthology, 2017, Beatlick Press, and Jules’ Poetry Playhouse Publications.
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“wilderness” published in Wilderness: land untrammeled, 2017.
wilderness
windswept spaces
with feral dreams
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“Owl Dreams” published jointly online in Grey Sparrow Journal, and hardcopy Snow Jewel, Winter 2016-2017, both Grey Sparrow Press.
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“Swift Angels” published in HERS: a Poets Speak Anthology, 2017.
Swift Angels
Mom was the unstated backbone of the family.
I meant to write about the bobolink,
but chimney swifts hijacked my thoughts.
Unlike Dad, a Gilgamesh-type,
Mom never thought of herself as the heroine
of her own story, let alone anyone else’s.
No elaborate plumage,
just a sooty brown to match roosting sites that
gave them their name.
Yet as a young woman from a Nebraska farm
in the 1950s, she accepted a call
to give her secretarial skills to the church,
first half-way across the country in Pennsylvania,
then half-way across the world in Europe, where
Dorothy Gale met Gilgamesh.
They chirp and twitter madly overhead,
little feathered cigars with wings.
As a child, I heard her rise before winter dawn,
tiptoe downstairs to turn up the thermostat,
then the “ping-pong-ball-bouncing” sound as
heated water rose into the radiator in my room.
Twisting and turning through the heavens,
aerial acrobats capture insects to feed chicks
in nests plastered to the inside of chimneys.
A mean word never passed her lips.
Mom lived a frugal life—recycled plastic bags,
sewed her own clothes. She taught me to sew,
no easy task since I did not inherit her patience.
After retiring she learned to quilt and blessed us all.
Avian scythes slice the sky above my head
into twisting ribbons of cerulean.
A slip of a woman under the best of circumstances,
the surgery and the cancer reduced her to a
featherweight of her former self.
From high in the sky
a coffee-colored feather
drifts on the wind,
floats into my trembling hand.
I sit at her bedside with my brothers and sister,
stand watch beside her. The well-loved life force
contracts within her body’s barely recognizable shell,
concentrates for one last brave act.
The evening is drawing close like a blanket.
I look up into the heavens—
filled with a host of circling, fluttering swifts.
Then the labored breathing ceases.
There is silence.
This tiny, unassuming woman—
iron bond with our past,
gentle arms that cradled us all,
who sent us into the world
on our own adventures—
has escaped.
She marshaled the strength for one final leap
into what was, for her, not unknown.
I don’t know how to balance
celebration of her life
with the grieving.
The setting sun illuminates
their brown-feathered heads,
transformed with golden halos.
