I'm counting down till A World Full of Poems: Inspiring Poetry for Children is released by DK Books on October 6. I hope you'll give it a look! With 152 poems by 110 poets, there is a huge variety of voices and topics for young readers (ages 0-12).
Thursday, September 24, 2020
A WORLD FULL OF POEMS: Nonsense
Friday, September 11, 2020
A WORLD FULL OF POEMS: Sneak Peek
I hope you’ll indulge me in a bit more promotion of my forthcoming poetry anthology, A World Full of Poems, to be published by DK Books on October 6, 2020. It was such a privilege to have this project come my way at the beginning of the year and once the pandemic hit in March, it became such a therapeutic outlet. I read and read and read and pored over piles and piles of poetry books—and probably recommended five times as many poems as they were finally able to include in this anthology. Then I learned a TON working through the permission process—wishing we could afford to include a poem by Langston Hughes or Pablo Neruda, for example, but not able to afford them within the DK budget. But I learned HOW to get permission! And I lobbied hard for diverse voices and was fairly successful, although I would have loved to include even more. And it was fascinating to work with people in the London office and alert them to some of our new U.S. poets and also be educated about some of their most distinguished voices in the U.K.
The poems are gathered together in eight major sections:
- Family and Friends
- Animals and Nature
- Cities, Towns, and Travel
- Fun and Games
- Science and Art
- Body and Health
- A World of Learning
Hope you’ll share A World Full of Poems with the children you care about!
And be sure to join the gathering of Poetry Friday posts over at Kiesha's place, Whispers from the Ridge.
Sunday, September 06, 2020
Countdown to A WORLD FULL OF POEMS
I'm excited to announce that I have a new book coming out on October 6, 2020. It's a poetry anthology to be published by DK books. A World Full of Poems. I am so honored to be part of this project-- seeking out poems, gathering permissions, and creating related activities for young readers. Although I didn't have final say on all the poems, I still think we gathered a wonderful, diverse family of more than 100 poets from the US and the UK on a variety of relevant topics and themes. More info to come!
Thursday, September 03, 2020
Guest Post: Carol Coven Grannick's REENI’S TURN
WHY DID YOU WRITE THIS IN VERSE?
by Carol Coven Grannick
Rhythms score my life, and always have. Music makes me dance or sing (my son would say that the smallest associations can get me singing a Broadway show tune). Reciting poetry moves my heart, spirit, facial expressions, and more. Long ago the percussive sound and rhythm of horses’ hooves trotting or cantering would propel me into a matching song. The swaying of a willow near water, slow opening dance of a lily, shapes of tree limbs, and resilient prairie grass are all poetry and music to me.
My lifelong love of poetry accompanied me from childhood, scribbling meaningful rhymes and reading Edna St. Vincent Millay and Robert Frost. I still have the old, marked up poetry anthology used for Poetry Reading competitions Illinois State Speech Contests.
In graduate school my thesis explored parallels of becoming a poet and becoming a social worker. Much of my writing, including my debut novel, REENI’S TURN, merges love of poetry and lyrical rhythms with my passion for the issue it addresses. Reeni’s story follows a tween dancer who struggles with lifelong fears and anxiety, body acceptance, and finding her own strong voice. The story’s context unfolds the diet culture’s negative impact on younger children.
It was only natural that I would write REENI’S TURN in verse.
But I didn’t. Not at first, anyway.
When the third draft sang and danced in my brain, I did the best I could to transfer it to the page. It was far from finished, and a well-published colleague told me the uncommon topic could make it difficult to publish. Occasionally, during years of revising, submitting, and putting away the manuscript for awhile, an editor or agent would ask me if I’d like to revise it in prose because “verse novels are a hard sell”. A turning point in my own journey occurred during a critique, when favorite author and mentor asked why I hadn’t written REENI’S TURN in verse.
The manuscript received some awards, went through multiple requested revisions that added content, but then hit some big bumps in the acquisitions road. My story came home to rest for again, but I couldn’t let it go. It was too important to me.
I revised REENI’S TURN repeatedly, carefully, until it became the story I wanted—an easy to read, emotionally intense, simply-plotted story of a complex experience.
After the fact, it is easy to explain why REENI’S TURN is better told, read, and received in verse. It is intensely emotional. Reeni’s fears and strengths, despair and joy, beg for lyrical language and form. With snapshots of time, space, and emotion, and white space for respite, the reader can follow Reeni’s initially-misdirected journey from shy, fearful girl to self-accepting, self-reflective, and strong, clear-voiced Reeni.
The structure of the novel in verse alternates intensity and safety for the reader, and for the character, whose all-consuming experience of body discomfort and dieting, longings and fears, self-disparagement and self-acceptance, occur within a safety net of loving parents, a wise best friend, and the still, small voice that guides her.
These are all good reasons why the book works in verse.
But, really, I wrote REENI’S TURN in verse because the language danced in my brain, the music begged for words to be attached. Reeni hears music and must dance, and her story kept calling for verse.
And much like Reeni’s response to the discovery of the “still, small voice”, I had to listen.
The Still, Small Voice
Last fall on Yom Kippur,
first time in adult services,
I held the heavy prayer book instead of stapled pages,
let my mind wander
the way it does when I’m dancing,
swaying from a long time standing,
swaying to familiar melodies of prayers.
Then these words:
The great shofar is sounded,
a still, small voice is heard.
My body stilled,
the words shivered into my heart
and through my body—brain, heart, arms and legs,
the way music does,
deep inside where it sings out,
But instead of that,
these words whispered to me,
©Carol Coven Grannick 2020