The Dark Inside My Hooded Coat by Mary Leonard

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$13.99

 

Mare Leonard’s chapbook  ( a group of 18 poems) takes reader on a journey from past to present, invites us into a conversation between generations, and is an exploration of what a poet doesn’t know but feels about family and how she came to be who she is.   Places matter: beginning, in early 20th century, in the Southern Italian town of Montagano, moving through her family’s experiences in Hell’s Kitchen, and then in Crestwood  Each poem’s  language told me as much about the poet as about the family’s journey.  The language and form of Leonard’s poetry evolve as the stories change, and as the focus moves from her family to her growth and experience as a young woman .

–Teresa Vilardi is the Former Director of The Institute for Writing and Thinking at Bard College in Annandale-on-the Hudson. In addition she taught numerous workshops for teachers in all disciplines through the Institute and along with Mary Chang edited Writing Based Teaching: Essential practices and Enduring Questions.

 

In her new chapbook, The Dark Inside My Hooded Coat, Mare Leonard artfully integrates memoir and vivid descriptions of her family and ancestors in poems that take us into vital American origins of people, historic neighborhoods, daily work and simple joys. Yet she also moves us into the present when we least expect it. In poem after poem, Leonard weaves rich and heartbreaking details like “Dad worked in a printing plant / engraving toxic chemicals” and with unexpected humor like this line, sky-written, “There are no eggs in a NY egg cream.” Sharing in the experiences of these poems, the reader is drawn in and deeply moved.

–Cathryn Shea’s most recent chapbook is “It’s Raining Lullabies” (Dancing Girl Press, 2017). Her poetry was nominated for Best of the Net 2017 and recently appears in Tar River Poetry, Permafrost, and Tinderbox, among others. See www.cathrynshea.com and @cathyshea on Twitter.

 

 

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The Dark Inside My Hooded Coat

by Mary Leonard

$13.99, paper

978-1-63534-807-1

2018

Mare Leonard lives in an old school house overlooking The Rondout Creek.  Away from her own personal blackboard, she teaches  through the Institute for Writing and Thinking and the MAT program at Bard College.  She has published four chapbooks of poetry and    was a finalist in last year’s NY State Di Biase contest.  Some of her latest publications appear in the Vietnam poetry publication from Perfume River, Rats Ass Review, Figroot, Sweet Tree, Eunoia, New Verse News, Open, A Journal of Arts&Letters and this spring in  Chiron, Three Elements and That.

2 reviews for The Dark Inside My Hooded Coat by Mary Leonard

  1. Ingrid Bruck

    Mare, your chapbook arrived today, I read it with great pleasure. The story of generations touching our lives, ours touching theirs, each important but intermixed, mingled and distilled by the history of the times and travails they could not control – I loved your story of Nonni the immigrant, your first generation father, your mother, your lost sister, your soldier lover lost to war, the joy of your own life with children and grand children. It was special having seen a smattering of these poems under production. You held my attention from beginning to end and I cheered for your survival. I loved the repetition and double meaning of the hooded coat. Terrific writing! Congratulations!

  2. Robin Wright (verified owner)

    Leonard, in her chapbook, The Dark Inside My Hooded Coat, presents the reader with poems about heritage and about becoming. What she doesn’t know about her heritage, she questions, “did you pick wildflowers/for your table under the olive trees?” From a father becoming ill and dying from fumes due to engraving in a printing plant, “He couldn’t remember Mom’s name,/or his.” to a sister, and former beau passing, Leonard’s language pierces the heart. Even when she’s humorously brooding on eggs, there’s an echo of the fragility of life, “So easy to ruin an egg.” In the final poem of the collection, Leonard seems to have reached a willingness to take what life had and has to offer, “I breathe in let go Trust thiswaythat.”

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