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 
With your words you weave a scene of domestic contentment. Lovely.
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Thank you. I spent a long time finding this kind of peace.
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this is so calming and relaxing, following the comforting rituals of a day
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Thanks, Beth. I think it’s those rituals that we don’t know are rituals that organize our world.
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I so agree
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I love the quiet image of home… the silent beauty, the company and telling of stories, the evening before just going to bed.
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Thanks, Bjorn. I love those evenings, too.
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A very sweet poem, it seems an ideal, someone coming home to their “dog.” Always glad to see them.
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Thanks, Annell.
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This is so lovely. I feel that way, too, about the comfort of home…..a refuge.
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Thanks, Sherry. Wish it could be this way for everyone.
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Beautiful! This is home as it should be, filled with warmth and welcoming and peace!
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I’m afraid many don’t have a home like that, but it’s what I finally found after many years.
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Loved so much.
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Thanks a lot, Vicki.
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A lot happens in a day — the world rises and falls everywhere and for all — yet homecomings are ever the most personal, private and intimate of motions, crossing an immense threshold between Out There and Home. This is woven so dearly of that inward fabric, loved it as much as I love coming home from work. Best is when there are two parties who agree.
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Yes, indeed that’s true, Brendan. And as you say, it’s a threshold of public and private lives.
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Very good
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Thanks for stopping by, Julian.
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This is so beautifully drawn … I am there. My favorite line: ‘bed greets you
like a childhood friend’. Lovely writing, Sarah.
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Thanks a lot, Wendy.
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Beautiful, Sarah!
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Thanks so much!
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“and sleep keeps company with the blue black sky
and the owl’s whispered flight”.. this is so beautiful! ❤❤
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Thanks, Sanaa. Those lines just happened. I love it when the poem helps me write it!
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I feel content and right at home. Lovely.
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Thanks, Gallivanta!
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I do so love your lovely warm and comforting words Sarah – they make me feel snug and safe.
“…and the rhythmic click of a sweater
growing row by row” – lovely lovely lovely!
Anna :o]
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Thanks, Anna. That comes directly from my own evenings at home. I’m always knitting something.
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Oh, that is just gorgeous! A celebration of the ‘ordinary’ things which are so often the best of life.
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Thank you, Rosemary. I think we forget to honor the “everyday” unless it isn’t there anymore.
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I just “followed.” Thanks for dropping by.
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Thanks 😍I’ll be back
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The scene you write of takes me back to my time of youth with my grandmother. Time without electronics to s easily steal our skill and tallent
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Thanks, Dodie. I wonder sometimes what this surge of technology will yield for our grandkids’ generation — besides early arthritis in the neck…
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What a lovely poem; the words create a picture so clearly – really like it. Thank you.
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Thanks so much, Liz.
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