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July 22, 2013
November Father now ready for preorder!
Rick Marlatt's poems are born of corn dust and a "rugged christening" where the lessons of Nebraska fathers bloom inside their children "like an old buried thunder." Birthing orphaned calves in a blizzard with rope and Ford Ranger. Dogs vanishing in floods or inside machinery. There is tenderness here, too, where love dances on the dugout in the rain, skin sleeps in against sunrise skin, and a young father greets his own son's "little palm with so many roads." Tour guide, storyteller, keen choreographer, humorous heart, Marlatt is a poet of gentle surprise, deep resonance, and good honest advice. "There's an old art to waving," this book reminds us. "The stars hear every breath. The darkness ahead is reaching out to touch you." There's a slow dervish whirring inside Rick Marlatt's poems, and sure enough they will reach you, reuniting readers with the "sky-locked constancy that balances us."
- Brent Goodman, author of Far from Sudden
Rick Marlatt’s November Father works to recover that “old buried thunder” of lived experience, somewhere between baseball, memory and manhood in poems as precise as the gears of a combine and as necessary as apple blossoms. Marlatt teaches us how to be exposed to the storm in "wretchedness and innocence," how to find the sacred in daily labor, a “welded-up love,” a “rugged christening,” how to root down into the rough music of our days and to “claim the life” we’ve not loved enough.
-Chad Sweeney , author of Arranging the Blaze
July 1, 2013