It\'s not news that every plant and creature will someday cease to be, and each person will be witness to just a tiny arc of the existential drama.
Madison is un-blinkingly honest in her emotional truths, un.
Mercy, that\'s good.
Nor are lines that ache and linger long beyond their reading: All that\'s left of you now / is everything that\'s missing.
Grins are not uncommon here.
Even nods to the assisted living singalong and the neighbor with the plastic lawn.
There are homages to pollen, fallen trees, and sunlight widening.
This is verse taking in the sacred body of Earth, starting with remembrances of family and friendships past, eventually acknowledging all we carry on and in / our bodies as we walk through the rising waters of today\'s world.
Author of Ripple, Scar, and Story: Kelsay Books: 2022 To read Tamara Madison\'s newest collection is to open ourselves to everyday sacraments. -- Karla Huston, Wisconsin Poet Laureate 2017--2018.
She is able to create empathy for all things living or not.
Madison\'s poems are deeply reverent, especially those about family and children. ...
I follow in springs/shy first footsteps, see/how spring has brushed the boughs with chilly/fingertips pimpling them with buds.
In language that is lush with description, she paints watercolors with words.
The narrator wants to live in a wood duck\'s house, a box pinned to a post where she can listen to frogs and cedars, somewhere safe where nothing ages and nothing dies.
There are owls softly calling, a hawk with a beak like an axe.
There are trees bleeding sap for loss of limbs. -- Donna Hilbert, author of Threnody, Moon Tide Press, 2022 and Gravity: New and Selected Poems, Tebot Bach, 2018 In Madison\'s newest volume of poems, readers are led into a dream-like space of what once was before life intruded.
Morpheus Dips His Oar is a celebration of life from a poet who knows how to live, how to love, how to grieve, and how to sing the story in beautiful, well-wrought poems.
In Sparking Joy a well-used shirt given away in a burst of closet organizing becomes the vehicle for an elegiac look at more momentous losses.
From Voyager When you left this world, / you abandoned your body like a dress/tossed aside after a night of dancing.
In Morpheus Dips His Oar, Tamara Madison answers the call in a voice entirely her own, in full command of language, wit, and music.
It\'s the poet\'s calling, perhaps duty, to praiseand mourn the temporal world in full-throated song and story.
It\'s not news that every plant and creature will someday cease to be, and each person will be witness to just a tiny arc of the existential drama
