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Poems and Proems by Ahrend Torrey


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In the stillness of the heart in flight, we find poems colored with mindful observations: birds, humanity, relationship. Set in the lagoons, rivers, neighborhoods, gardens, cafés, marshlands, and highways of southern Louisiana.
“Where might we be, or not be, without them?” (“Near the Mississippi …”). Poems inhabited with hummingbird, swan, egret, stork, crow, duck, mother bird’s beak-of-seeds, starlings, chickens, sanderlings, blue jay, heron, house sparrow, hawk and robin, white ibis.
“like soft rain, / to wake you, to console / your pounding heart, / … / Listen, / he said, / become these crickets.” (“I Asked a Tibetan Monk …”). Gratitude to replace annoyance, gratitude for what didn’t happen, gratitude for knowing how it feels to be loved, for the never uttered before moment. Time burning, and drifting into the ephemeral. “silence and wind dance together / a solemn dance” (“Trying to Save Her …”).
Beauty in knowing and not knowing. Sensitivity to sound and rhythm, daring in forms, Bird City, American Eye offers a place for quiet reflection and heartfelt action, a place where “another still and untouched thing / feels love.” (“I Throw Rocks …”).
AHREND TORREY earned his MA/MFA in creative writing from Wilkes University in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, and is the author of  Small Blue Harbor, published by the Poetry Box Select imprint in 2019. His work has appeared in The Greensboro Review, The Perch (a journal of the Yale Program for Recovery and Community Health, a program of the Yale School of Medicine) and West Trade Review, among others. He is also a recipient of the Etruscan Prize awarded by Etruscan Press. He lives in southern Louisiana with his husband, Jonathan, and is working on several new collections of poetry.
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American Eye
I Asked a Tibetan Monk to Help Renew me. These are the Lines He Whispered One Morning, While His Frail Hand Covered My Eyes
The Ant
To Always See the World as the Stray
During Saga Dawa, I Walk to the Marsh; You Should Too