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		<title>The Winter of J</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<h3><em>by Gary Percesepe</em></h3>
<h5>Released: May 15, 2020</h5>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1 style="text-align: left;">The Winter of J</h1>
<h3 style="text-align: left;">by Gary Percesepe</h3>
<p style="padding-left: 40px;"><span style="color: #007388;"><em>though we parted that spring the roads</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #007388;"><em>kept freezing and thawing between snows</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #007388;"><em>until the weak sun wakened me and I realized </em></span><br />
<span style="color: #007388;"><em>our love had made me thinner.</em></span></p>
<p>Winter is a season of the heart. <em>The Winter of J</em> is a collection of poems set in Buffalo, New York, where Gary Percesepe spent twelve years—one winter falling in and out of love with J, and taking an axe to the frozen sea inside.</p>
<p>From First Date and new love:</p>
<p style="padding-left: 40px;"><span style="color: #007388;"><em>She was hair and bruises with a shot of ragamuffin</em></span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 40px;"><span style="color: #007388;"><em>my thoughts slowed to the pace of</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #007388;">       <em> drifting snow</em></span></p>
<p>to blizzards and frozen rivers blued from bridge lights, we come inevitably to Breakup—</p>
<p style="padding-left: 40px;"><span style="color: #007388;"><em>she will appear</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #007388;"><em>like a cutting stone</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #007388;"><em>her laughter a fresh sword</em></span></p>
<p>Finding resolution at last in acceptance, but not without lingering questions:</p>
<p style="padding-left: 40px;"><span style="color: #007388;"><em>can memory freeze in place like this?</em></span></p>
<p><em>The Winter of J </em>is a lyrical meditation on love and temporality<em>. </em>With the poet, we wonder how such a short span of time can have such a lasting impact, while marveling again at the resiliency of the human heart:</p>
<p style="padding-left: 40px;"><span style="color: #007388;"><em>the poet amounted his affair</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #007388;"><em>summed it at five months</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #007388;"><em>licked his ice cream cone</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #007388;"><em>and melted</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #007388;"><em>We know these women only from their leavings. </em></span><br />
<span style="color: #007388;"><em>We love to watch them go.</em></span></p>
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<h2>About the Author</h2>
<p><strong><img fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" class="alignleft wp-image-4381 size-medium" src="https://thepoetrybox.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/AuthorPhoto-gary-at-lectern-300x300.jpg" alt="AuthorPhoto-gary percesepe at lectern" width="300" height="300" srcset="https://thepoetrybox.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/AuthorPhoto-gary-at-lectern-300x300.jpg 300w, https://thepoetrybox.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/AuthorPhoto-gary-at-lectern-180x180.jpg 180w, https://thepoetrybox.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/AuthorPhoto-gary-at-lectern-150x150.jpg 150w, https://thepoetrybox.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/AuthorPhoto-gary-at-lectern.jpg 400w, https://thepoetrybox.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/AuthorPhoto-gary-at-lectern-100x100.jpg 100w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></strong></p>
<p class="p1"><i>The Winter of J</i> is Gary Percesepe’s eighth book. He is associate editor at <i>New World Writing</i> (formerly <i>Mississippi Review</i>), where he has worked closely with executive editor Frederick Barthelme for many years. Prior to that, he was an assistant fiction editor at <i>Antioch Review</i>.</p>
<p class="p1">His work has appeared in <i>Story Quarterly</i>, <i>N + 1</i>, <i>Salon</i>, <i>Mississippi Review</i>, <i>Wigleaf</i>, <i>Westchester Review</i>, <i>Brevity</i>, <i>PANK</i>, <i>The Millions</i>, <i>Atticus Review</i>, <i>BULL</i>, <i>The Good Man Project</i>, <i>Word Riot</i>, <i>Necessary Fiction</i>, and many other places. In 2014, Pure Slush Press published his first collection of poetry, <i>FALLING</i>, and a collection of flash fiction titled, <i>ITCH</i>.</p>
<p class="p1">Percesepe spent twelve years one winter in Buffalo, where he met J and took an axe to the frozen sea inside. Thawed at last, he met Resea Burns in White Plains, New York, and they’ve been together ever since. Gary Percesepe teaches philosophy at Fordham University in the Bronx.</p>
<p class="p2">&lt;<a href="http://garypercesepe.com" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">garypercesepe.com</a>&gt;</p>
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<h2>Early Praise for <em>The Winter of J</em>:</h2>
<blockquote><p>In <em>The Winter of J</em>, Gary Percesepe writes compellingly about the commingled passion, loneliness, and surprising bliss of a doomed relationship with “J,” a woman who moves fleetingly and luminously through his life one winter season. It is a scorching exploration of both transience and intimacy, transcending the personal to touch a universal connection with all that is.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Joelle Fraser, author of <em>The Territory of Men</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>Percesepe cuts himself wide open in this candid portrayal of a love story that soars before bursting into flames and cinders. Lucid and visceral, every page packs an emotional punch. Percesepe dissects the foibles of love with a surgeon’s scalpel and a watchmaker’s keen eye. The writing is at once subtle but searing, and while the journey he describes is his own, the path will be intimately familiar to any reader who has ever loved and lost someone they cherish.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Len Kuntz, author of <em>This Is Why I Need You</em></p>
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<blockquote><p><em>The Winter of</em> J is not simply a love story—it takes as its subject the evolution of love from its tender and uncertain beginnings, through disillusion and withdrawal, to the place of after-love, where the writer can attempt recollection in a semblance of tranquility. The love and un-love story plays out in the wintry cityscape of Buffalo —sometimes tender, sometimes solemn, sometimes wryly funny (as when the poet considers whether it’s possible to say “riding shotgun” when referring to a Buddhist passenger), using a mélange of forms, including prose and free verse, and a subtly shifting and tricky point of view. The poems have striking images: the city as “a white/ shaking dome/ fastened to a great lake;” rich and evocative allusions to Cheever and Rich; and strong statements that marry philosophy to the experience of pain as the poet attempts “to learn again the calculus of loss, the difficult/ arithmetic of the heart.”</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Mary Grimm</p>
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<blockquote><p>“Why am I here? I am here to learn again the calculus of loss,/ the difficult arithmetic of the recalcitrant heart.” Reader, that’s why you are here too. Through the recounting of a five-month affair in Buffalo, Gary Percesepe in <em>The Winter of J</em> mines the large life lessons that love discovered and love dissolved have to teach.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Bill Yarrow, author of <em>Accelerant</em> and <em>Against Prompts</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>In his sharp new collection of poems Gary Percesepe gives us pretty much a relationship from A to Z: from the early days “when everything I wanted was in that room” to the bittersweet ending when the relationship becomes, as Woody Allen famously put it, a dead shark—all capped by the memories that linger, the good and the bad, and the eventual moving on (“The mystery of beginning, resumes.”) At times prose-like and lyrical, wise and searching, tender and erotic, jubilant and heartbreaking, Percesepe’s writing never fails to keep the reader engaged. And I like that the characters live in Buffalo and Upper Niagara—hardy people from the north country who can teach us about toughness, love and resiliency, and give us wonders like <em>The Winter of J</em>.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Tim Suermondt, author <em>Josephine Baker Swimming Pool</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>Gary Percesepe presents emotional density in <em>The Winter of J</em> that shifts atmospherically from one poem to the next. This episodic meditation on the journey of a relationship is equal parts subtle and harsh, as it examines what it is to be both nourished and brutalized by love.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Jen Knox, author of <em>Resolutions</em></p>
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<blockquote><p><em>The Winter of J</em> is a lyrical undressing of the beauty and the pain and the resolution of love—and love lost. Percesepe’s poems are vivid and gorgeous, delivering one unforgettable line after the other.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Jules Archer, Author of <em>Little Feasts</em> and <em>All the Ghosts We’ve Always Had</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>To read Gary Percesepe’s poetry collection <em>The Winter of J</em> is to not only feel more connected to the world, but also to the people who populate it. His poems’ dazzling imagery (“When she finally arrived, it was like a cello played inside me”; “Hours hung on the line like frozen shirts”), demonstrate Rita Dove’s notion that “Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.” Gary Percesepe has written a book for all seasons, where empathy abounds like lake effect snow in Buffalo; where readers are encouraged to learn, unlearn, and enter conversation: “Please, someone, interrupt.”</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Joey Nicoletti</p>
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<blockquote><p>Gary Percesepe has been delighting us with his poetry for many years. Here he turns his steady eye on the thing that makes most eyes unsteady: the breakup of a relationship that “falls of its own weight.” Masterfully realized, these poems reach deep into love and loss, and what it means to live with them both.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ James Valvis, author of <em>How to Say Goodbye</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>Reading the poetry of Gary Percesepe’s <em>The Winter of J</em>, his latest collection, is like sitting down with a good friend, talking through the night—the dark world outside the window raging in its cold while the hearth and fire warm the body. This is a poetry of juxtaposition—one story with many sides, both glimpsed and full viewed, swirling the reader’s head to reveal gems of lyrical truths that only poetry can find. The writing is direct and real in creating a world of escape, longing, and need. This poetry is, as Percesepe writes, “the calculus of loss, the difficult/ arithmetic of the heart.” You can’t resist this book—so don’t.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Sam Rasnake, author <em>Cinéma Vérité</em> and <em>Inside a Broken Clock</em></p>
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<blockquote><p>Familiarity in landscape, subject, and the connected ache of them is why this brief yet staggering (at times) collection is an important read. Percecepe draws you into the Jeep he is driving, shows you the road, gestures to the cup holder and makes you wonder who last quenched their thirst from that space. It is not possible to read these words without placing yourself within their storied worlds.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Kate Hill Cantrill</p>
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<blockquote><p><em>The Winter of J</em> tracks love, and the long tender education of its aftermath, with intimacy, honesty, humor. Percesepe has crafted a map of heartbreak and reconstruction so freshly told, you’ll understand your own love stories anew. This is what it feels like to be adrift in another.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Sarah Herrington</p>
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<blockquote><p>Percesepe’s poetry seems straightforward but is complex as flowers, and contained by no borrowed forms but original truths and no meter but the throbs of a heart.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ James Robison</p>
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<blockquote><p>Gary Percesepe drops you into an ambiguous world and pulls you back again, still reeling. He does it so deftly, you don’t even realize you’re bleeding until it’s over.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">~ Heather Cox, author of <em>California King</em></p>
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<h5>Release date: Oct 22, 2019.</h5>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1 style="text-align: left;">The Very Rich Hours</h1>
<h3 style="text-align: left;">by Gregory Loselle</h3>
<p>In <em>The Very Rich Hours</em>, Gregory Loselle recounts experiences, in childhood and later, in and around his grandparents’ house on Grosse Ile, Michigan, an island in the Detroit River near the mouth of Lake Erie.</p>
<p>Loselle’s mastery of various poetic forms parallels the way in which memory is a formal reconstruction of events. Throughout the collection, readers will enjoy triolets and rondeaux, as well as a ballade, sonnet, ghazal, villanelle, sestina and even an Anglo-Saxon caesura, all beautifully executed to bring these cherished stories to life.</p>
<p>Take a walk down memory lane and open the door to a houseful of stories, from watching Grandpa shave to sifting through a crateful of old photographs that “call us to forgotten places” and remind us “what we were and meant to do” in <em>the very rich hours</em> of our lives.</p>
<h2>About the Author</h2>
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<p class="p1">Gregory Loselle published his first work, a play, at the age of eighteen, and subsequently won four Hopwood Awards and the Academy of American Poets Prize at The University of Michigan, where he earned an MFA. A recipient of the Ruby Lloyd Apsey Award for playwriting, he has won the William van Wert Award from Hidden River Arts and the Lorian Hemingway Short Fiction Competition for his stories, the Robert Frost Award and the Rita Dove Award for poetry.</p>
<p class="p1">His chapbooks, <i>Phantom Limb</i> and <i>Our Parents Dancing</i>, were published by Pudding House Press, and T<i>he Whole of Him Collected</i> and <i>About the House</i> by Finishing Line Press. A fifth, <i>In Ordinary Time</i>, is forthcoming from The Moonstone Press.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>His poetry and short fiction has appeared widely, in print and online.</p>
<p class="p1">He teaches secondary Language Arts and Art History in the greater Detroit area, and can be found online at www.gloselle.com.</p>
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<p class="p1">With a haunting and contemplative voice, Loselle employs rhythm, word-play, and richness of language line after line. Through rhyme, narrative constructs, and repetition, he crafts poems that are admirably controlled and precise, and reminds us that what William Carlos Williams writes is true: “A poem is a&#8230; machine made out of words.” Loselle’s beautifully spun poems continue to reverberate long after the last light’s been switched off.</p>
<p class="p2" style="text-align: right;">—Janée J. Baugher, author of <em>The Body’s Physics</em> and <em>Coördinates of Yes</em></p>
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<p class="p1">Gregory Loselle’s poems offer memory illuminated by a remarkable astuteness and strong craft. In his hand, the quotidian becomes extraordinary, uncommon, and wonderful. The poet investigates with an unrelenting intelligence and an astonishing clarity.</p>
<p class="p2" style="text-align: right;">—James Najarian, author of <em>The Goat Songs</em></p>
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