Bart White

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Yet, even when White is looking death in the eye, he brings warmth and charm to his lines along with images and rhythms evocative of the American South where so many of these poems are set and populated by family members of yore. Open the book, read, become enchanted even as you ponder your own mortality.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div>                                   Karla Linn Merrifield</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Bart White wears his learning lightly, so these subtly crafted and classically constrained poems have the immediacy and naturalness of an old Jack tale from his native Smoky Mountains. The imagery's rich, the cadence sure, the mouth-feel irresistible. Whether leading us down into caves of memory, or out into open fields where dogs roam and a child fiddles, Bart White is one Virgil we can trust to guide us faithfully.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> John Roche</div> <bR> <div> From the book:</div> <bR> <div> <B>My Uncles Take Us Underground</B></div> <bR> <div> A blazing July afternoon shrank </div> <div> to a tear of blue surrounded by black</div> <div> high above us, out of reach.</div> <bR> <div> And turned to face the gloom and when </div> <div> we looked back, the blue was gone, already </div> <div> a remembered thing, not present.</div> <bR> <div> We switched on our flashlights; from nothing </div> <div> rich browns sprang glistening-copper, iron, silicate-</div> <div> rock faces smoothed by some slow pulse. </div> <bR> <div> Then came a ribbon of water, </div> <div> shallow, clear and cold, a rippling perfection</div> <div> flowing over small stones.</div> <bR> <div> Funny, I can't remember which way</div> <div> that hidden water coursed, in or out. We splashed in </div> <div> eager to follow it back to its beginning</div> <bR> <div> or end, till we came to a place the roof pressed </div> <div> down low and halted. <I>Get into the water,</I></div> <div> my uncle said, <I>Lie down on your back </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>and go. </I>He sent me first. Crab-like I crawled</div> <div> weighted by waterlogged pants and shoes,</div> <div> straining to hold my head and keep the light up.</div> <bR> <div> Lower and lower the roof came down.</div> <div> <I>There's no more room! </I>I shouted,</div> <div> frantic I was trapped with no way back.</div> <bR> <div> <I>Press your mouth against the rock </I></div> <div> <I>and breath. </I>Somehow the stone's taste</div> <div> was reassuring, its mineral savor steadied me.</div> <bR> <div> I shivered but was calmer. Buried already </div> <div> if I should fail, alone and freezing, </div> <div> no lover kissed with more fire</div> <bR> <div> than I the stone of my unending tunnel, </div> <div> my feeble light compressed in so small a space</div> <div> my breath so shallow.</div> <div>  </div> <div> At last the rock began to rise, revealing a</div> <div> cavern, and I heard the sound of water </div> <div> moving swiftly toward a fall.</div> <bR> <div> My cousins came through one by one,</div> <div> gathered, hallooed in that other-world,</div> <div> till our uncles told us to shut off our lights.</div> <bR> <div> A lifetime later what's present still in my mind,</div> <div> not July 4's celebration, luminous arcs </div> <div> of white-hot colors firing heaven and fading,</div> <bR> <div> nor the faces we once had as children </div> <div> turned up to gaze at all that ephemera. </div> <div> I remember the time we were in the cave </div> <bR> <div> my uncles made us put out our lights;</div> <div> commanded silence so that we could see </div> <div> the darkness. Nothing, not my own hand </div> <bR> <div> in front of my face, was visible, </div> <div> so absolute the blackness was, </div> <div> yet we were unafraid.      </div> <bR> <div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         </div> <div> And the water…<I>moving.</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> Bart White gave his first public reading in 2012 after writing poems for nearly a decade. He joined Just Poets of Greater Rochester, New York, helping to edit its annual anthology, <I>Le Mot Juste</I>, in his freshman year. Fellow poets elected him president of the group in 2013. He co-edited <I>Vigil for the Marcellus Shale, 12 Poets Opposing Hydraulic Fracturing </I>(FootHills, 2013). He teaches French and Spanish at The Harley School, and champions poetry there. A native of North Carolina, he grew up in a family full of storytellers.</div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="3aefa820.jpg" border=0 width="250" height="386" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>The Faces We Had As Children</B></I></div> <div> <B>is a 40 page hand-sewn chapbook - $10.00. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>TO ORDER:</B></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id11.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Ordering By Mail"><U><B>To order through mail click here.  </B></U></A><B>   </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ON-LINE          </B><B> </B><B>                              </B></div> <bR> <div> From the US      <B> <form target="paypal" action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"> <input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/sc-but-01.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="Make payments with PayPal - it's fast, free and secure!"> <input type="hidden" name="add" value="1"> <input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_cart"> <input type="hidden" name="business" value="fhp@foothillspublishing.com"> <input type="hidden" name="item_name" value="The Faces We Had As Children"> <input type="hidden" name="item_number" value="14-15"> <input type="hidden" name="amount" value="10.00"> <input type="hidden" name="currency_code" value="USD"> </form>  </B></div> <bR> <div> From Canada      <B> <form target="paypal" action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"> <input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/sc-but-01.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="Make payments with PayPal - it's fast, free and secure!"> <input type="hidden" name="add" value="1"> <input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_cart"> <input type="hidden" name="business" value="fhp@foothillspublishing.com"> <input type="hidden" name="item_name" value="The Faces We Had As Children"> <input type="hidden" name="item_number" value="14-15"> <input type="hidden" name="amount" value="10.00"> <input type="hidden" name="shipping" value="4.00"> <input type="hidden" name="currency_code" value="USD"> </form>  </B></div> <bR> <div> From Other Countries           <B> <form target="paypal" action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"> <input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/sc-but-01.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="Make payments with PayPal - it's fast, free and secure!"> <input type="hidden" name="add" value="1"> <input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_cart"> <input type="hidden" name="business" value="fhp@foothillspublishing.com"> <input type="hidden" name="item_name" value="The Faces We Had As Children"> <input type="hidden" name="item_number" value="14-15">> <input type="hidden" name="amount" value="10.00"> <input type="hidden" name="shipping" value="7.00"> <input type="hidden" name="currency_code" value="USD"> </form>  </B></div> </td> </tr></table></body>