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<h3 style="text-align: left;">Tricia Knoll</h3>
<h5>Poetry about pigs, dogs, starry nights, predators and farmers on this small organic farm in Trout Lake, Washington, where Knoll is a regular farmsitter on the property.</h5>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1 style="text-align: left;"><em>Broadfork Farm<br />
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<h3 style="text-align: left;">Poems by Tricia Knoll</h3>
<p>Tricia Knoll is a widely published Oregon poet. Each year she farmsits at Broadfork Farm, a small organic farm in Trout Lake, Washington. These poems herald her love of gardening, her compassion for the fur-covered and feather-clad beings that find the farm to be home.</p>
<p>In a bucolic setting next to the rushing Salmon River and below the glaciers of Mt. Adams, her record of life on the farm affirms both the humor and zest of living as well as the realization that the lives of farm animals are also witness to impermanence. At a time of environmental change, Knoll’s poetry weighs the role of the small family-owned farm against the brutal realities of the world beyond the farm. She finds gratitude and stillness in the simple gifts of sun, wind, water, and soil.</p>
<blockquote><p>This poetry, compiled over seven years, represented for me love songs to a small organic farm in Trout Lake, Washington where I regularly farmsit. I wanted to release the book to poetry-lovers who admire the hard work of single-family organic farming and who have soft feelings for animals that live on farms. My daughter was married on this farm. We had plenty of photos that my husband, Darrell Salk, had taken over the years &#8212; so we incorporated some of the photos mixed in with the poetry.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">—Tricia Knoll</p>
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<h2>About the Author</h2>
<p>Tricia Knoll is an Oregon poet. To her, the Columbia River Gorge is one of the great wonders of the world. She loves crossing the bridge at Hood River, Oregon and heading north to Trout Lake, to Broadfork Farm. For many years, some of her best friends have been creatures with fur or more than two feet.</p>
<p>Her education focused on literature – degrees from Stanford University (B.A.) and Yale University (M.A.T.) She has taught high school English, edited a newspaper for school-age children, worked as the Public Relations Director at Portland’s Children Museum, and retired as the Public Information Officer at the Portland</p>
<p>Her first day of retirement began with walking a dog and sitting to reread Whitman’s <em>Leaves of Grass</em>. That re-ignited her lifelong love of writing and reading poetry. She maintains a daily haiku writing practice and sometimes calls herself an eco-poet. Her poetry appears widely in national and international journals and anthologies.</p>
<p>Her chapbook <em>Urban Wild</em> (Finishing Line Press, 2014) explores interactions between humans and wildlife in urban habitat. Her book, <em>Ocean’s Laughter</em> (Aldrich Press, 2016) takes its title from a line of Pablo Neruda’s: <em>Do you not also fear the ocean’s laughter? </em>Poetry in <em>Ocean’s Laughter</em> focuses on change over time in Manzanita, a small town on Oregon’s north coast.</p>
<p>Knoll is extremely grateful for the poet-mentors she has studied with and her poet-friends who continue to inspire and encourage her.</p>
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<h2>What They&#8217;re Saying&#8230;</h2>
<blockquote><p>At a glance, <em>Broadfork Farm</em> might seem a rustic homage to a simpler sort of life — and it is that — but the poems are rich with energies, convergences with and retreats from our cultural moment. Subtly, the poems ask to engage with the realities of the farm — the violences of barnyard cats and dogs, the slaughter of lambs, the impact of a long drought — and to hold these in comparison and contrast with the banal forces of history: the brutal conquests of Native lands, terror attacks at home and abroad, a hate crime against a Buddhist monk “mistaken” for a Muslim.</p>
<p>Knoll is a skilled poet; “To Tuck in Barnyard Creatures” is one of many poems with a rich sonic texture that is both subtle and celebratory — sometimes it feels as if we’re in the music of the farm, the songs of the roosters, the barking of the dogs, the rhythms of a different life. By the end of the book, we are asked, perhaps, not only to see and hear “life on the farm” but to see and hear our own lives a little differently. To put it more simply, like its namesake, the poetry of Broadfork Farm will “feed a few and teach caring” — and that’s a tremendous accomplishment for a book of poems.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">—Tod Marshall,<br />
Washington State Poet Laureate</p>
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<blockquote><p>For Tricia Knoll, writing poems is a way of participating in the everyday of what matters. While <em>Broadfork Farm</em> traces Knoll’s experiences in the daily business and busyness at the eponymous farm, her articulate and carefully observant poems simultaneously present evidence of her deep ecological concerns and her compassionate embrace of our world and its human and nonhuman inhabitants. Open this book anywhere and feel the “rustles and wingbeats” of the wind on the farm, as well as Knoll’s abundant gratitude for “what watches over.”</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">—Andrea Hollander,<br />
Author of Landscape with Female Figure:<br />
New &amp; Selected Poems, 1982 – 2012</p>
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<blockquote><p>To read Tricia Knoll’s <em>Broadfork Farm</em> is to come to a gate and find that it opens for you. These aren’t poems that stand and talk stiffly at the threshold; these are poems that welcome you into the farm and barn and pastures, poems that walk and work, that see, taste, and listen to this particular loved place. Knoll’s poems inhabit the farm as vividly as the community of humans, spotted pigs, broody chickens, goats, and dogs that live there. They roost and burrow and take root. I find myself not so much reading these poems as sticking my head into each one like a bee in a flower, eager to see what is inside. I want to stay a long time in this book’s marvelous pasture.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">—Annie Lighthart,<br />
Author of <em>Iron String</em></p>
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		<title>Giving Ground</title>
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<h3 style="text-align: left">Poems by Lynn M. Knapp</h3>
<h5>With deft narrative strokes in her first poetry collection, Lynn Knapp shares a place and its people, lives balanced on the shifting ground of language and culture.</h5>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1 style="text-align: left"><em>Giving Ground<br />
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<h3 style="text-align: left">Poems by Lynn M. Knapp</h3>
<p><em>Giving Ground </em>pulses with traffic and teems with life, leading us through tangled streets, intertwined lives. We find a place of overgrown gardens, alleys in bloom, pheasants in flight, rabbits, stray cats, and Spanish love songs, a place where the ordinary appears in an extraordinary light. With deft narrative strokes, <em>Giving Ground</em> reveals a place and its people, lives balanced on the shifting ground of language and culture. Like the place, Lynn Knapp’s poems are wry, real, and poignant.</p>
<h2>About the Author</h2>
<p>Lynn M. Knapp is a poet, memoirist, teacher, and musician. She lives in a hundred-year-old house and walks every day in one of the oldest neighborhoods in the Pacific Northwest. The grit, grime, and unexpected beauty of the central city inspire her life and her writing. Her poetry has appeared in <em>The Burden of Light: Poems on Illness and Loss</em> (2014), <em>Poeming Pigeons</em> and<em> The Lost River Review</em> (2015). Her work also appears online at the Museum of Northwest Art in La Conner, Washington.</p>
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<h2>What They&#8217;re Saying&#8230;</h2>
<blockquote><p>Giving Ground inhabits a world of concrete and blossoms, margins where cultures meet and languages strive to make sense of one another. Author Lynn Knapp displays gentle humor and the heartfelt urge to understand, to cross the border of difference in a neighborhood of alleys, music, chain link fences, and “sunlit grass the morning after.”</p>
<p style="text-align: right"> – Linda Andrews,<br />
Author of Escape of the Bird Women</p>
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<blockquote><p><em>Giving Ground</em> is an invitation to be part of the neighborhood. In these narrative poems, Lynn Knapp observes the natural (flora &amp; fauna) and human relationships happening around her. Accessible and engaging, these poems make us feel as if we are standing on the porch looking out into the small town where<em> robins and finches forage together and a yard full of friends laugh</em>. Walk down the path with the poet and meet the world taking place around you.</p>
<p style="text-align: right">– Kelli Russell Agodon,<br />
Author of Hourglass Museum &amp; The Daily Poet</p>
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<blockquote><p>In Lynn Knapp’s new collection <em>Giving Ground</em>, myriad forms of life abound&#8211;animals, plants, flowers, and immigrants&#8211;transplants from Mexico. Vivid natural imagery becomes the backdrop for a unique set of characters who fight for survival, alternately shocking and amusing the reader. Yet there’s a rare tenderness apparent in this small-town world, a place where food, music, and language come from a foreign land but are assimilated without question, perhaps because there is never the luxury of a choice.</p>
<p style="text-align: right">— Judith Skillman,<br />
Author of <em>Storm,</em><br />
Winner of Eric Mathieu King Fund Award</p>
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<blockquote><p>In <em>Giving Ground</em>, Lynn Knapp explores the interstices of the controlled and the wild in her garden and her neighborhood. The nature trail near her house is bordered by railroad tracks and a highway, is populated by half-domestic rabbits, descendants of a runaway pet, and homeless campers. Knapp pulls weeds from her own garden and finds flowers blooming in an abandoned one, observes her neighbors from the vantage of windows, alleys, and the passage of time. We sense a desire to close those gaps between herself and those around her, to no longer be la gabacha in her neighborhood, but to pull her friends and neighbors&#8211;and their joys and traditions&#8211;into full citizenship in her world.</p>
<p style="text-align: right">— Teri Zipf,<br />
Author of <em>Outside the School of Theology,</em><br />
William Stafford Memorial Award in Poetry</p>
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<blockquote><p>Combining deft portraits of both past and current inhabitants with lyrical nature poems, Knapp reflects the demographic shifts that define American history. The house that a German great-grandpa built becomes a <em>casa</em> painted aqua blue. Now “pale pretenders” who shout “at their children in English … not the smooth, <em>dulce</em> syrup of Spanish” have arrived. The ground keeps giving way – and this sharp-eyed, talented poet captures that unchanging truth in a moving, finely-crafted collection.</p>
<p style="text-align: right">— Carolyn Martin,<br />
Author of <em>The Way a Woman Knows</em></p>
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