Hot off the press: Hello, it's Your Mother by Laurie Kolp
The complexities and simplicities of mother/daughter relationships are explored in this chapbook
collection of poems that center around a mother's sudden illness and death, how the daughter
deals with the memories, what she does and doesn't miss after her mother's gone.
Published by Finishing Line Press
Here's what people are saying:
There is nothing stronger than a mother and daughter's bond; from inside the womb, until their lives separate, the cord is tenacious. Within the pages of Hello, it’s Your Mother, Laurie Kolp's poetry
weaves a rich tapestry interlocking the joys, sorrows and their deep love for each other that not even cancer can destroy. A must read for anybody wishing to reconnect with their mothers
in a very powerful way.
~Pamela A. Babusci, internationally award-winning haiku/tanka poet
Editor: Moonbathing: a journal of women's tanka
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Laurie Kolp’s new collection Hello, It’s Your Mother is poetry that threads the hard truth of loss and grief to daily living – piano lessons, coffee tables, blueberry scones, and phones. It’s the ordinary made universal in the relentless will to sort the fragments of life, to give us something to hold, and Kolp does this well. Her writing skill never falters, never loses voice, allowing the real moments of mother / daughter relationships to find a strong connection in all readers. This is a remarkable and penetrating work.
~Sam Rasnake, author of Cinéma Vérité
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Laurie Kolp speaks from a place of love, of bonds that are unbreakable, even after death. She maintains a perilous balance between the pull of memory and loss. In her search for understanding, she offers a universality of perception, an emotional resonance, bringing us face to face with our first loves—our mothers—and how we often take them for granted, “I never thought / I’d miss your calls…Three times a day / once drove me crazy / but now my phone is dead.” Kolp spares nothing as she explores the cadence of loss, diving beneath the surface of pain, “White blossoms remain / on the tree untouched, / and I am motherless.” Her words evoke our own memories, and the histories that remain tantalizingly beyond us.
~Ami Kaye, Publisher & Editor of Glass Lyre Press and Pirene’s Fountain
The complexities and simplicities of mother/daughter relationships are explored in this chapbook
collection of poems that center around a mother's sudden illness and death, how the daughter
deals with the memories, what she does and doesn't miss after her mother's gone.
Published by Finishing Line Press
Here's what people are saying:
There is nothing stronger than a mother and daughter's bond; from inside the womb, until their lives separate, the cord is tenacious. Within the pages of Hello, it’s Your Mother, Laurie Kolp's poetry
weaves a rich tapestry interlocking the joys, sorrows and their deep love for each other that not even cancer can destroy. A must read for anybody wishing to reconnect with their mothers
in a very powerful way.
~Pamela A. Babusci, internationally award-winning haiku/tanka poet
Editor: Moonbathing: a journal of women's tanka
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Laurie Kolp’s new collection Hello, It’s Your Mother is poetry that threads the hard truth of loss and grief to daily living – piano lessons, coffee tables, blueberry scones, and phones. It’s the ordinary made universal in the relentless will to sort the fragments of life, to give us something to hold, and Kolp does this well. Her writing skill never falters, never loses voice, allowing the real moments of mother / daughter relationships to find a strong connection in all readers. This is a remarkable and penetrating work.
~Sam Rasnake, author of Cinéma Vérité
*
Laurie Kolp speaks from a place of love, of bonds that are unbreakable, even after death. She maintains a perilous balance between the pull of memory and loss. In her search for understanding, she offers a universality of perception, an emotional resonance, bringing us face to face with our first loves—our mothers—and how we often take them for granted, “I never thought / I’d miss your calls…Three times a day / once drove me crazy / but now my phone is dead.” Kolp spares nothing as she explores the cadence of loss, diving beneath the surface of pain, “White blossoms remain / on the tree untouched, / and I am motherless.” Her words evoke our own memories, and the histories that remain tantalizingly beyond us.
~Ami Kaye, Publisher & Editor of Glass Lyre Press and Pirene’s Fountain