V. Press is very delighted to announce the publication of Book of Bones, a debut poetry collection from Kathy Gee.
“Every contact leaves a trace,” said Edmund Locard. Book of Bones examines who we are, our impact and what we leave behind. Rich with imagery, thoughtfulness and levity, Kathy Gee’s poetry is vibrant with people, places and lives connecting across time. From skeletons, scandal and hidden narratives to fathers, friendship and photographs, these are poems of identity, warmth and melancholy.
Book of Bones is very observant, very vivid.
“Kathy Gee's debut is a cabinet of
curiosities, exploring the personal and monumental past. Small artefacts and
once-silenced voices are brought to life. Her observing eye takes in figures
from King Henry to Goering and all points in between, seeking historical
answers to very modern concerns." Jo
Bell
“In this entertaining first
collection Kathy Gee curates a rich display of historical artefacts, landscapes
and personalities that bring the past up close – and personal. The poems,
deftly fashioned and imbued with a feisty tenderness, leave traces of wonder,
joy, compassion and a wry humour all of which linger pleasurably in the mind.” Stephen Boyce
RRP £9.99
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Kathy will be launching Book of Bones at Avoncroft Museum of Buildings, near Bromsgrove on Friday, May 6th 2016.
The event, which includes readings from other local poets, is free and open to the public but by ticket only. Anyone interested interested in attending should email V. Press, on vpresspoetry@hotmail.com, ASAP as only a few tickets now remain.
The open air museum's grounds will be open from 6pm (although the house interiors won't) and those attending the launch will be welcome to look around the wonderful historic collection with a glass in hand.
The launch reading begin in the Long Room of the String of Horses at 7pm.
Provenance
Somewhere in the swirl of paint
lies moisture captured from his breath,
some slight impression of his gaze,
the weight of hours in a draughty loft.
Collectors breathe the painter’s dust,
observe as women stitch their silks
and sunlight falls on a chequered floor.
They want to own the artist’s essence,
touching atoms, brushing fingers,
seeking to be part of him,
his fame illuminating theirs.
Goering, finding his Vermeer
was fake, was shocked, as if he’d just
discovered there is evil in the world.
The unforgotten twin
In the bay window, a wheelchair
turns its back on beds to give
a birthday moment of normality.
How old are you, Olive? says Nurse.
I’m sixty eight the wheelchair says.
Oh bless her, she means eighty six.
And how many children, Olive?
Three adults at her knee await
the answer... give it for her:
three they smile in unison.
Their mother firmly contradicts
No, four... I had four.
Buy Book of Bones now:
Launch Celebrations
Kathy will be launching Book of Bones at Avoncroft Museum of Buildings, near Bromsgrove on Friday, May 6th 2016.
The event, which includes readings from other local poets, is free and open to the public but by ticket only. Anyone interested interested in attending should email V. Press, on vpresspoetry@hotmail.com, ASAP as only a few tickets now remain.
The open air museum's grounds will be open from 6pm (although the house interiors won't) and those attending the launch will be welcome to look around the wonderful historic collection with a glass in hand.
The launch reading begin in the Long Room of the String of Horses at 7pm.
Somewhere in the swirl of paint
lies moisture captured from his breath,
some slight impression of his gaze,
the weight of hours in a draughty loft.
Collectors breathe the painter’s dust,
observe as women stitch their silks
and sunlight falls on a chequered floor.
They want to own the artist’s essence,
touching atoms, brushing fingers,
seeking to be part of him,
his fame illuminating theirs.
Goering, finding his Vermeer
was fake, was shocked, as if he’d just
discovered there is evil in the world.
Listen to Kathy read Provenance here:
In the bay window, a wheelchair
turns its back on beds to give
a birthday moment of normality.
How old are you, Olive? says Nurse.
I’m sixty eight the wheelchair says.
Oh bless her, she means eighty six.
And how many children, Olive?
Three adults at her knee await
the answer... give it for her:
three they smile in unison.
Their mother firmly contradicts
No, four... I had four.
Listen to Kathy read The unforgotten twin here:
