by Bronmin Shumway
“A quarter of a century and change ago, I fell in love with the poetry of Bronmin Shumway. When it was her turn at the mic, I was running toward the stage, beer flying, me flying, knees burned by the concrete cafe floor, as I skidded into kneeling, a devotional witness to her word way. Back then, I knew Shumway was a sunflower born and borne upon the fecund loams of Plath and all the others willing to flense the eros-soul; ain't no dark til something shines, as Townes sang. In Punchy! I have found the poems of a mature poet whose talent for lyric poetry strung along narrative vignette is capacious and mesmeric. If Lorine Niedecker and Jean Valentine painted a picture of a poet and that poet rose from the page to fill pages, these would be those wise, deft, tender, and searing poems. Such soft glow in the "slow feathers of summer." Such fragrant acreage in each "small cliff" seen. Friends, I sat down to read a few Shumway poems and ended up reading all of them, twice. I trust you are in for the same undertow. Trust this poet and these poems. You will be washed, washed and renamed by these dazzling, gnomic parades.”
-- Abraham Smith
Author of Destruction of Man and One Warm Morning
by Bronmin Shumway
“A quarter of a century and change ago, I fell in love with the poetry of Bronmin Shumway. When it was her turn at the mic, I was running toward the stage, beer flying, me flying, knees burned by the concrete cafe floor, as I skidded into kneeling, a devotional witness to her word way. Back then, I knew Shumway was a sunflower born and borne upon the fecund loams of Plath and all the others willing to flense the eros-soul; ain't no dark til something shines, as Townes sang. In Punchy! I have found the poems of a mature poet whose talent for lyric poetry strung along narrative vignette is capacious and mesmeric. If Lorine Niedecker and Jean Valentine painted a picture of a poet and that poet rose from the page to fill pages, these would be those wise, deft, tender, and searing poems. Such soft glow in the "slow feathers of summer." Such fragrant acreage in each "small cliff" seen. Friends, I sat down to read a few Shumway poems and ended up reading all of them, twice. I trust you are in for the same undertow. Trust this poet and these poems. You will be washed, washed and renamed by these dazzling, gnomic parades.”
-- Abraham Smith
Author of Destruction of Man and One Warm Morning
5.000" x 8.375", paperback 62 pages. ISBN 978-1-967058-01-3
