"...the attic door rattles as the night
eager to enter (but unhanded)
leaps down the stairs and waits
not ten feet from our bed..."
I've always like how my friend, Elizabeth Wix, sees the world. She has a smart, slightly dark wit and her observations on the everyday in life (spoken with a long British accent) often has me smiling, if not laughing out loud. In her new book of poetry, New Roof in October, Elizabeth writes of the everyday from her past: memories of a house renovation, a childhood game, a letter she received from her father after he died, and more. The poems are personal, written straight from her heart, and the details of the places and the people instantly create visuals in my mind. I want to look up through that hole in the roof and see the eyes of aeroplanes, pick blackberries in her father's back yard, and meet "Granny [who] had a bullet in her neck for forty years".
And I want you to read her book, too!
Elizabeth has kindly given me two signed copies of New Roof in October to give away to two lucky winners. It's simple to enter: Just leave a comment on this post between today and next Sunday, May 27th and on Monday, May 28th I'll draw two winning names from a hat.