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The Call Home

Rated 5.00 out of 5 based on 2 customer ratings
(2 customer reviews)

by Susan Johnson

Release: Apr 15, 2023
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SKU: 978-1-956285-34-5 Categories: Chapbooks, Poetry Collections Tag: Susan Johnson

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Description

“With the wisdom of a sage, Johnson crafts poems that showcase the saving grace of small moments”

—James Crews, author of Kindness Will Save the World

The Call Home

by Susan Johnson

Finalist of The Poetry Box Chapbook Prize, 2022

The Call Home invites the reader to accompany the poet in natural world settings—lying alongside a caterpillar outside her childhood home on a military base in North Carolina, listening for the silence of salty tides of the Rappahannock River at her parents’ final home in Virginia, discovering salmon nests in the Cle Elum River near her home in the Cascade Mountains of Washington State. Grounded in these settings, this collection binds five generations of women, revealing an undeniable rhythm of love and suffering, a persistent pulse as they share and bear witness to patterns of beauty, connection, tragedy, loss, and continuity. These poems resonate with the tender relationships among members of all communities, all listening for the call home.

Early Praise for The Call Home:

Susan Johnson’s poems call us home in the best of ways, back to our rightful place in the natural world, back to the simple hopes and joys of life, like planting new carrots/ in the garden, one tiny/ seed at a time. With the wisdom of a sage, she crafts poems that showcase the saving grace of small moments, how they can redeem even our darkest hours, teaching us that an unguarded heart/ is the only way.

—James Crews, author
of Kindness Will Save the World: Stories of Compassion & Connection

Susan Johnson writes with grace and gracefulness about family, nature, even pain and horror. Her poems glow with an almost holy sense of nostalgia and forgiveness, sometimes sad, always gentle. Accessible and engaging, Johnson’s book is a finely crafted antidote to the world right now.

—Susan Blair, author of What Remains of a Life,
editor of The Shrub-Steppe Poetry Journal

The poems in Susan Johnson’s The Call Home ask us to pay attention to the human relationships in our lives, particularly family. For good or ill, those relationships matter. If good, we revere them. If painful, we must understand and forgive. Again and again, the poems turn to the healing powers of the natural world in times of trial. In the closing poem, “Teach Me,” from which the title is drawn, the poet encounters a blue heron in the wild and asks: Heron, please teach me./ Teach me patience to know my needs are met./ Teach me grace to rise with love./ Teach me purpose to serve community./ Teach me stillness to hear the voice of god./ Teach me quiet consent to the call home. Another poem, “In Time We Know,” uses weaving as a figure to conjoin Love and Suffering: And thus in time we know/ the two have bound us whole—/ a rough and lovely cloth. Actually, that metaphor could apply to the book as a whole: a tapestry of words bespeaking pain, love and much, much wisdom.

—Ed Stover, author of Homecoming,
President, The Yakima Coffeehouse Poets,

The Call Home goes deep, revealing Susan Johnson’s love of the truth and her need to tell it.  Brave, vulnerable, and willing to explore—even if what she finds is difficult—Johnson offers a religion of noticing things, a spirituality of paying attention. Look at this she says to us, pointing out things that go on in the world: Look at this broomstick horse tied to a water spigot. Look at this hot iron glide, pressing each cuff with steamy precision. At these new carrots planted one tiny seed at a time. Look as wildfire threatens, as smoke seeps through the screen. Look at grief drifting down from green needled branches, from the trembling throats of birds.

These poems are intimate, raw, moving, and in moments, willfully hopeful. You’ll find things you need in this searching collection: clarity, heartbreak, simplicity, tenderness, joy, strangeness, beauty, loss. And you’ll discover some things about forgiveness, about learning to love one another, even when it’s hard.

Rich in feeling, profound in insight, these are poems you will remember long after closing the book.

—Terry Martin, author of Wishboats,
The Secret Language of Women, and The Light You Find

About the Author:

author photo
Photo Credit: Doug Johnson

Susan Johnson writes in the mountain town of Roslyn, Washington, where she has lived with her husband and their children for over forty years. She hikes daily with family and friends on trails along the Cle Elum River Valley. As a spokeswoman for a Roslyn citizens’ group, she worked with others to promote sustainable forestry and to protect wildlife habitat. Susan taught in the local schools and university and held leadership roles in state and national writing initiatives. She was named the 2009 Washington State Teacher of the Year.

Susan is grateful to be active in a vibrant poetry community. Her work has appeared in Cirque Journal: A Literary Journal for the North Pacific Rim, Earth’s Daughters, Poetic Shelters, Poets Unite! LiTFUSE @10 Anthology, Raven Chronicles, Rise Up Review, The Shrub-Steppe Poetry Journal, WA129+, Washington Poetic Routes, Windfall: A Journal of Poetry of Place, and Yakima Coffeehouse Poets.

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Weight 4 oz
Dimensions 6 × 9 × .2 in
ISBN

978-1-956285-34-5

Pages

42

Wholesale Channel(s)

via INGRAM (after official release date of Apr 15, 2023)

Sample Poem

To My Daughter

You do not have to be good.
—Mary Oliver

You do not have to be brave.
You can show your grief
like vine maple flaming
her loss on mountain slopes.
She knows this sorrow.

It is all right to weep as you lay
the children to bed, to long,
to dwell in disappointment,
like swallow in her loss to crow,
her eggs small and helpless.

I remember when you called out
to moon. You were two years old.
Come down moon, come down.
And she did not answer,
and you cried and called again,

and she did not answer,
and you cried and called again,
and she did not answer,
and you cried and I took you up
and carried you home.

Is it moon now who pulls your womb?
Will she empty you, will she heal you?
Go ahead and cry, dear one,
go ahead while your baby birds
rest in their beds.

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2 reviews for The Call Home

  1. Rated 5 out of 5

    Joel Savishinsky – June 5, 2023

    In her poems, Susan Johnson has taken us into a world of gratitude and insight, where family, friendship and nature occupy places of reverence and potential. The images and language she draws on show her readers how to combine humility and love with hope.

  2. Rated 5 out of 5

    Lenora Good – May 16, 2024

    I had the opportunity of hearing Susan Johnson read some poems from this book, and immediately ordered a copy. Usually, when I hear one or two poems from a book and then buy the book, I find those were the two poems I truly love, while the others are okay. As some of you may know, I have a nasty habit of dogearing the bottom corner of the page I love. For whatever reason I did not begin to do that while reading this book. I can honestly state my favorite poem in this book is all of them!

    The poetry begins with “Along Scatter Creek” which begins with an epigraph of a Japanese Proverb, “The pebble in the brook secretly thinks itself a precious stone.” then goes into the poem, first line being: “And aren’t we each a pebble,” And with that first poem, first line, we are not only invited into these poems, we are expected to expand our lives, to partake in the non-calorie desserts brought to us.

    Each poem in this book is a “precious stone” just waiting to be picked up, looked at with wonder and marvel at its beauty, then carefully put back in the creek to be found and marveled at a later date. Or put in your pocket to grace your dresser top.

    The last poem, “Teach Me” is a call to Heron to teach Johnson, and each of us, the wonder he embodies, with the last line, “Teach me quiet consent to the call home.”

    Johnson’s poetry is narrative, accessible, exquisite pictures painted with words.

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