Paraclete Press published this new book of poems in November, 2017.

Rooted in the grit of urban Baltimore and the forests of rural Massachusetts, these poems remind us that life’s tensions and polarities are energies we carry within ourselves. As poems of witness and commentary, conversation and meditation, they offer moments of close looking, and of looking away; of loving, and of bungled attempts to be more loving. They call us to look long and hard— and generously —at our lives. Written with radiant honesty and fierce tenderness, they suggest a path of inner discovery where mystery awaits us in the ordinary. 
Enjoy a sneak peek at a few poems.
And stay tuned for ordering information and readings in your area.

I'll explore some of the main themes in the book in weekly blog posts, too. 

AND, click on the link to read an interview about the book with Speaking of Marvels. http://www.jenniferwallacepoetry.com/blog

AND STOP IN TO GET A COPY AT YOUR LOCAL BOOKSTORES IN THESE CITIES:
Baltimore: The Ivy Bookshop, Bird in Hand, MICA Store, St. Bede's
Northampton, MA: Broadside Books

CARRUTH

​Carruth, my first loved poet, said
in his “Testament”: Now I am
almost entirely love. He
imagined his ego’s heaviness
sifting through the hourglass’s narrowness
and settling on a gathering
cone of love below.
 
He didn’t know, then --
that when I lift his book from the shelf,
the love he has become spills,
like galaxies in my hands.
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TRITON
 
 
Blow on your shell ancient half-man,
                       grizzled half-fish.
No one will hear you.
Too bad — you’re obsolete.
 
Don’t give up, old fellow.
Blow and blow again.
Raise a storm to remind us of our feebleness.
Calm the surf to point out our limitations.
 
Deliver us from our unbelief.
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