I’m thrilled to announce that my first collection I lost summer somewhere has just been published and is available at Amazon and through Kelsay Books.
Here are some of the great things my fellow poets have said about it.
“Melancholy, exuberance, nostalgia, fulfillment, contentment, longing – Sarah Russell hits all the spots, and there isn’t one poem where a woman won’t be able to identify in some way. She’s singing all our songs, putting into magical words things we felt so often but never knew how to tell. Deep sadness matched by laughter, gentleness, love and a sense of adventure. It was a privilege being there with her, living what she remembers, identifying with every line.”
Rose Mary Boehm, author of Tangents, From the Ruhr to Somewhere Near Dresden,and Peru Blues
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“Sarah Russell brings us into her world, a world of “dream-filled summer nights,” where “leaves are October butterflies.” Russell’s poems sing the important moments of life. It’s a song that stays in your mind, drawing you back to the poems again and again.”
Nina Bennett, author of Mix Tape and The House of Yearning
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“Sarah Russell’s poems don’t have to crawl under your skin – they’ve always been there. If you haven’t known a suicide, or gone through divorce or cancer, you’ve known the fear. If you’ve never had a love you’d marry twice if you had three lives, you’ve felt the longing. Russell may have lost summer somewhere, but she has found what makes us human.”
Alarie Tennille, author of Waking on the Moon and Running Counterclockwise
Sarah Russell Poetry 
this describes it all so well –
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Yes. Sometimes the poem is just in telling what happened.
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I read an article recently by a physician who was concerned that we have grown consumed with prolonging life at the expense of quality. As I read, images of old people dying at home filled my head. The absence of tubes, beeping machines, and sterile surroundings was comforting. I don’t want to die in the hospital or have my life prolonged artificially. I don’t even want to live in a nursing home. Dying an unnatural death doesn’t appeal to me in any way, but I may have no choice. All I can hope for is peace and gratefulness at the end. The way my mom died.
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I heard someone say that to die with dignity, you should be allowed to die in character. I’m afraid that’s what we take away with the tubes and machines. Life at any cost isn’t life.
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those last two lines …
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Yes. Dot has no time left for small talk.
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Reblogged this on Stevie's Law and commented:
Teresa is a member of my poetry group.
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