Login
Our Catalog
Click book cover or title below for details.
ErosIon, by Nancy A. Henry
|
Language as a Second Language, by Ted Bookey
|
Be Careful What You Wish For, by Alice N. Persons
|
Driftland, by Michael Macklin
|
Whispers, Cries, & Tantrums, by Jay C. Davis
|
Never say Never, by Alice N. Persons
|
Sex, Death, and Baseball, by David Moreau
|
Humming to Snails, by Ellen M. Taylor
|
The Flame and the Fiction, by Darcy Shargo
|
Europe on $5 a Day, by Nancy A. Henry
|
Laundry and Stories, by Robin Merrill
|
A Sense of Place: Collected Maine Poems, by Bay River Press
|
Walking Track, by Jay Franzel
|
Ways of Looking, by Edward J. Rielly
|
Things As They Are, by Eva Miodownik Oppenheim
|
A Moxie and a Moon Pie: The Best of Moon Pie Press, by Nancy A. Henry and Alice N. Persons, Editors
|
Traveling Through History, by Patrick Hicks
|
Unidentified Flying Odes, by Dennis Camire
|
Innumerable Machines in My Mind: Found Poetry in the Papers of Thomas A. Edison, by Dr. Blaine McCormick
|
Evidence of Light, by Marita O'Neill
|
Rags of Prayer, by Kevin Sweeney
|
The Stream, by Don Moyer
|
Child is Working to Capacity, by Tom Delmore
|
The Desire Line, by Michelle Lewis
|
Tuscany Light, by M. Kelly Lombardi
|
The Hard Way, by Jay C. Davis
|
Angel of the Heavenly Tailgate, by Annie Farnsworth
|
Full Moon Rising: the Best of Moon Pie Press, Volume II, by Alice N. Persons and Nancy A. Henry, Editors
|
Poems of Maine in the Nineteen Thirties and Forties, by Brenda Shaw
|
Sostenuto, by Karen Douglass
|
Essays in All Directions, by Robert M. Chute
|
You Can Still Go To Hell...and Other Truths About Being a Helping Professional, by David Moreau
|
Singing With the Dead, by Ted Thomas, Jr.
|
Socks, by Jay C. Davis
|
Early Late Bloom, by Jim Mello
|
Old Whitman Loved Baseball and Other Baseball Poems, by Edward J. Rielly
|
He Gives Me Flowers, by Gaylord Day Weston
|
The Church of St. Materiana, by Anne Britting Olesen
|
Lostalgia, by Ted Bookey
|
Life Class, by Ruth Bookey
|
To the Promised Land Grocery, by Bruce Spang
|
Drowning: A Poetic Memoir, by Claire Hersom
|
How Many Cars Have We Been Married?, by Ted Bookey, editor
|
Safe Harbor: Port Veritas Poetry Anthology, Volume I, by Edited by Alice Persons & Nathan Amadon
|
Agreeable Friends, Contemporary Animal Poetry, by Alice Persons, Editor
|
The Ur-Word, by Jim Glenn Thatcher
|
Ordinary Time, by Kevin Sweeney
|
I Have Walked Through Many Lives, by Young Voices - Scarborough
|
A House of Bottles, by Robin Merrill
|
Floating, by Ellen M. Taylor
|
Vivaldi for Breakfast, by John-Michael Albert
|
BLACK BOAT BLACK WATER BLACK SAND, by Dave Morrison
|
The Lawns of Lobstermen, by Douglas "Woody" Woodsum
|
With a W/Hole in One, by Ted Bookey
|
What on Earth, by Marcia F. Brown
|
Blues in the Night, by Herb R. Coursen
|
Through the Loop of Time, by Eva Miodownik Oppenheim
|
SARX, by Nancy A. Henry
|
ALMOST A REMEMBRANCE - Shorter Poems by Jack McCarthy, by Jack McCarthy
|
Thank Your Lucky Stars, by Alice N. Persons
|
To Sadie at 18 Months and other poems, by Edward J. Rielly
|
Faulty Wiring, by Bob MacLaughlin
|
Heaven Jumping Woman, by Pam Burr Smith
|
Tell them that you saw me but you didn't see me saw, by Tom Delmore
|
The Bird Catcher, by John-Michael Albert
|
The Common Law, by James McKenna
|
Marengo Street, by Anna Bat-Chai Wrobel
|
PASSION AND PRIDE: Poets in Support of Equality, by Bruce Spang
|
HOME and Other Places, by Wil Gibson
|
Sun Shining on Snow: Poetry from the Senior College at the University of Maine at Augusta, by Ted Bookey
|
My First Beatrice, by David Stankiewicz
|
Rifles, Rumors, Gin And Prayer, by Jim Donnelly
|
Observed From a Skin Boat, by John Holt Willey
|
Back East, by Michele Leavitt
|
The Widow From Lake Bled, by Kirby Wright
|
Burning Chairs, by John P. McVeigh
|
Boy at the Screen Door, by Bruce Spang
|
JESUS WAS A FEMINIST and Other Poems, by Robin Merrill
|
When We Invented Water, by Marcia F. Brown
|
Boulders, Birch and Wood Smoke: A Maine Melody, by Stephen A. Cowperthwaite
|
Nothing Is Real, by Stanley Jordan Keach, Jr.
|
All Four Seasons, by Jim Mello
|
Feasting on Air, by Eva Miodownik Oppenheim
|
Stable, by David R. Surette
|
Compass Rose, by Ellen M. Taylor
|
THE WILDEST PEAL: Contemporary Animal Poetry II, by Alice Persons, Editor
|
Not Just Anybody, by Bruce Spang
|
The Left Side of My Life , by Dana Robbins
|
Fancy Meeting You Here, by Alice N. Persons
|
Same Bird, by David McCann
|
Museum, by Daniel Duff Plunkett
|
Imminent Tribulations, by Kevin Sweeney
|
Radost, My Red, by Jeri Theriault
|
T'ai Chi of Leaves, by Elizabeth Potter
|
Saving Nails, by Thomas R. Moore
|
At Bunker Cove, by Ralph Stevens
|
I Still Feel the Swirl, by Ruth Bookey
|
Dreamscape, by Claire Hersom
|
That Mischievous Moon, by Jim Donnelly
|
Sending Bette Davis to the Plumber, by Jenny Doughty
|
'Stitiously Speaking, by Ted Bookey
|
MALDEN, by David R. Surette
|
Questions You Were Too Polite to Ask, by John-Michael Albert
|
LOST and FOUND, by David McCann
|
The Arrangement of Things, by Anna Bat-Chai Wrobel
|
Big Little City, by Mike Bove
|
Be There or Be Square, by Alice N. Persons
|
Red Stone Fragments, by Thomas R. Moore
|
Hummingbird, by James Breslin
|
All You'll Derive: A Caregiver's Journey, by Bruce Spang
|
Nameless Roads, by Jim Brosnan
|
One Day in One Town, by James McKenna
|
Out of Words, by David McCann
|
In the Afternoon, by Marcia F. Brown
|
After the Parade, by Dana Robbins
|
A Stranger Home, by Natalya Sukhonos
|
House Museum, by Mike Bove
|
Giving It Up to the Wind, by Jack Troy
|
More Fun Than Pretty, by Tony Magistrale
|
Stones, by Thomas R. Moore
|
Playing Solitaire, by Edward J. Rielly
|
So Far, by Gretchen Berg
|
Homelands, by Ellen M. Taylor
|
Frida's Boots, by Dana Robbins
|
Tangled, by Antonia Lewandowski
|
Tonic, by David R. Surette
|
People, Places, Poems, by David McCann
|
Read To Me Some Poem, by Maryli Tiemann and Alice Persons, Editors
|
|
|
Thank Your Lucky Stars
by Alice N. Persons – copyright 2011
ISBN 978-1-4507-0744-2 $12
Read a sample
Reviews for Thank Your Lucky Stars
by Dave Morrison, poet and musician, Camden, ME
The best poems can perform a wonderful sly trick; while exploring the poet's heart you can learn something about your own. THANK YOUR LUCKY STARS is a treasure chest of these kinds of poems. The poems of Alice Persons illuminate complex feelings with artiful simplicity; they are cinematic like a silent movie, sweet like a first kiss or final goodbye, audacious, heartbreaking, and often both. If you are a lover of poetry, read this book. If you have never found a reason to love poetry, read this book. You will thank your lucky stars.
by Ted Bookey, poet/teacher, Readfield, ME
Persons' poems clap the net over the butterfly of the moment. They have an eye for detail and the bottom line, pay attention to the loud business of LIFE. They give you an in body experience: "what it was like to leave/how it feels to go back;/what you left,/what you carry with you/all the messy, vivid indoor life of the heart" - all those familiar, small-enormous things. I cherish the poems' tenderness, humanity and affirmation, their balance of wit and high seriousness - poems that are kidding and are not kidding at once. There's a transparency of language that makes you feel like you're not reading poetry at all, simply listening to an energetic, wise and entertaining conversationalist who really knows you. Some don't even sound like poetry--except for being so absolutely, tastily IT, poems about aboutness: "I'm a city woman./Give me poems with kitchen tables,/toast crumbs,/books and magazines,/Grandmother's plates,/postcards from Florida,/baby pictures,/Scrabble tiles,/the smell of Sunday roast.." What foods these morsels be!
Sample from Thank Your Lucky Stars
Stealing Lilacs
A guaranteed miracle, it happens for two weeks each May, this bounty of riches where McMansion, trailer, the humblest driveway burst with color - pale lavender, purple, darker plum - and glorious scent. This morning a battered station wagon drew up on my street and a very fat woman got out and started tearing branches from my neighbor's tall old lilac - grabbing, snapping stems, heaving armloads of purple sprays into her beater. A tangle of kids' arms and legs writhed in the car. I almost opened the screen door to say something, but couldn't begrudge her theft, or the impulse to steal such beauty. Just this once, there is enough for everyone.
|