Storm Farmer: Collected Poems
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Storm Farmer, Collected Poems, moves powerfully through six chapters of verse, entrancing one to feel the moment, recognizing the extraordinary in the ordinary. Gass Ranzes poetry explores farm life, the loss of her mother, the mystical, 9/11, war, love and wilderness. These poems peer into the invisible web we share, delivering a frank, genuine perspective. The anthology presents vibrant poetry that will stir you to tears, laughter and reflection. Storm Farmer, Collected Poems, gives me a reason to keep reading poetry.
Tracey Gass Ranze
Tracey Gass Ranze (goss ran’-zee) weaves words vividly into story and song in her debut book, Storm Farmer, Collected Poems. In a lucid and imaginative voice, she infuses verse with a distinct style of rhythm, emotion and rhyme. Articulating in a variety of poetic forms, including pantoum, Dada, sonnet and villanelle, she connects nature, people, events and spirit. With intuitive candor, she illuminates her life’s view of marriage and family, loss and vision, earth and social justice. Gass Ranze is a member of the Upper Delaware Writers Collective (UDWC) and the Milanville Poets, UnLtd. (MPU). Her poetry appears in diverse publications, including five chapbooks of the UDWC: Gatherings, Collective Memory, Wheel, PoeTree and Leaving the Empty Room. The MPU are published in the High Watermark Salo(o)n literary and art series, Vol. 2, No. 4, Over the Banks. Gass Ranze has been a guest poet at the Wayne County Arts Alliance, and featured on Public Radio WJFF programs: Jeff Horse, Gift of Peace and Ink in the Air. Her poetry has been performed at various venues, from San Francisco to New York City. Gass Ranze enjoys working as an itinerant teacher of the visually impaired, and designer/printer of silkscreen artwear in her family’s cottage industry. Her poems appear on several t-shirt prints. Living in the mountains along the Delaware River, she and her husband, Mike, have been raising their four sons, Cole, Leif, Sage and Skye. Gass Ranze describes her poetry as, “strongly influenced by the river, its hills and dales, fresh water flows and exceptional wildlife, especially the people.”
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Storm Farmer - Tracey Gass Ranze
Contents
The Old White Church
Two Farms
Coffin Wagon
Teacher’s Note
Pammy to Pam
Storm Farmer
Pittsburgh
bridge span
river debris
Nightgown
it’s a herd of turtles
go dutch
Meeting Halley
home sprouts
blue island
this mess is a place
Sleeping In Sky
folk lure
jensen’s ledge
Yearbook
waiting
October
Butterfly Wings
Harrisburg
Satin Stillness
room empty,
the leaving
the heavy
loneliness
paper dolls
punctuality. in actuality,
intersection
purple asters are in bloom
Election 2000… the Magicians
tender november layers
September Mourning Tripod
pieces of a thousand years
nourishment
Allow a Slice of Sonnet from My Heart
Window Panes
Ballad of Andy Brown
Like Alice,
Black Armband
Fighting for Peace is like Raping for Love
the tribe inside
piped the People of We,
A Litany of Lies a Listing
barbeque at Powell Library
to the fracking gas frackers:
hosting the 21st century,
bumpers
radioactive rain
i see
Neighbors’ Talk
Tangerine Gates in Central Park
the brown bird
the drink
oh brother,
glass breaks, fire is slow
when wearing this bonnet, excise chatter
where is summer?
Blue Jean Sonnet
beast
grace zone
Crows Into Night
wingless
hands in march
white paper bag
Bone
riding,
ocean song
gray whisker shadow
autumn cracks
look up
the daughters and the locust root
women drumming
sweat lodge
Woodstock Nation
Rainbow Gift
strawberry moon
walking earth
celebrate life
the golden eagle,
watching dreams
dear vincent,
Water Bearer
Cushetunk Falls
river glass
feathers full of music
supper table
Mountain Home
early
sunrise sand
eagle speak
the hot lazy
green heron hunt
inside hemlocks walking
ice-storm taps
Ice Flight
evening drapes
Storm Farmer is Dedicated to All My Loving Family…
my parents, Pat and Dale Gass, who sang lullabies, recited nursery
rhymes and read poetry to me when I first arrived on the farm.
my husband, Mike, who has supported my writing for over three decades, with wise critique and much patience as he listens to every revision.
my sons, Cole, Leif, Sage and Skye, who stir the deepest love and creative
experience and have graciously made room for all my poetry work.
my community of friends, who enrich my life with experiences of good
company, food, play and an interest in peace for earth and all her humans.
A Sincere Thank You to:
Mary Greene, founder, and the Upper Delaware Writers Collective for all their in-depth support,
Sandy Conway for editing, and Will Conway for preparing a delicious dinner,
and especially
Cole Ranze for the cover design.
The Old White Church
1. Overlooking a crossroad of traffic and lives
an old church once perched on a hill
big and boxy with the clapboard painted white
standing closer to heaven
an old church once perched on a hill
like a ship anchored in a sea of gravestones
standing closer to heaven
keeping watch over ancestral bones
like a ship anchored in a sea of gravestones
full of dark wood with cracked varnish
keeping watch over ancestral bones
channeling chanted prayers from creaking pews
full of dark wood with cracked varnish
smelling the years through musty old hymnals
channeling chanted prayers from creaking pews
I remember swinging on the bell rope
smelling the years through musty old hymnals
and the hard tug of the ragged cow-tail rope.
I remember swinging on the bell rope
under the rhythm of a single clanging bell
and the hard tug of the ragged cow-tail rope
I added my own voice to that ringing
under the rhythm of a single clanging bell
and sang in the choir on risers at the front of the church
I added my own voice to that ringing
getting still higher from the singing
and sang in the choir on risers at the front of the church
to sun streaming through green and amber glass.
2. When I was ten years old
crowds of new people came
and we moved to the new red brick church
and the old white church kept watch
as crowds of new people came
their children played in that old sanctuary
and the old white church kept watch
for more than thirty years
their children played in that old sanctuary
it stood a hollow icon of the community
then thirty years later
this old church was razed asunder
as it stood a hollow icon of the community
they tore the old white church down
this old church was razed asunder
it became the next grave in the ground.
3. Where is the old white church perched on its hill
standing closer to heaven?
In the rush of moving people a time is being forgotten
a time when people walked slowly and to a church
standing closer to heaven
overlooking a crossroad of traffic and lives
I remember a time when I walked slowly and to a church
that was big and boxy with the clapboard painted white.
Two Farms
Childhood stays on the farm, feel a lifetime ago
but what I remember most is the sultry scent
of each season’s weather and hard pouring sweat
gasoline fumes trailing from tractor exhaust
oozy axle grease wiped on coveralls
fresh green hay packed in the barn
next to bins of nutty smelling grains
and cow manure reeking from under Pappy’s farm boots
which he kept on the top step of the cellar stairs
just on the other side of the kitchen door
where Grandma worked to keep the cookie jar full
penetrating the