Introducing My First Poetry Book, "Horizons"

 My first poetry book, Horizons (Atmosphere Press) 

Winner of the 2024 Nebraska Book Award
(Design Honor Category)

AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK AND AUDIOBOOK as of December 1, 2023!!

SEE BELOW TO ORDER!!!!

Embark on a captivating journey through the vibrant world of living soil, where new horizons await under the very ground we tread and the tapestry of human experience unfolds.

This is an invitation to delve deep into the bonds of family, to explore identity and the spectacular essence of beauty, and to discover the marvels of Mother Nature's cyclical dance. Horizons pays homage to the richness of soil, a precious nonrenewable resource, blending the art of poetry with the wonders of science and everyday life.

So come join us on this expedition, those of you from all walks of life, starting from the bedrock of soil and venturing forth until we reach the breaking of the earth, to bask in the sun.

Order Here:

Barnes & Noble (paperback & audiobook)

Amazon (paperback, ebook, audiobook)

Target (paperback)

**Of course, the best way to order a paperback (and get a signed copy) is through the author at jpaschold@gmail.com or come to a reading ($18 + postage)**

See below for schedule

Other Places to Purchase the paperback Horizons and support local owners:

Francie & Finch Bookstore, 130 S 13th Street, Lincoln, NE 68508

Norfolk Arts Center, 305 N. 5th Street, Norfolk, NE 68701

Your Forte, 415 Chestnut St, Atlantic, IA 50022

***AUDIOBOOK INFORMATION ****
If you need or prefer this version...HERE ARE ALL THE WAYS TO ORDER!

This is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Spotify, Libby, and pretty much everywhere audiobooks are sold.  Here are some links to help you out:

Google Play

Barnes & Noble

Kobo

Libro

Storytel

 

Author Events:

• Tuesday, December 3, 2024; 6:30 PM @ FREE online through Nebraska Poetry Society

Lament of a Burning Hollow: a poem

 

Lament of a Burning Hollow

The tree that perches in the soil of me
and fondles all my cares
is empty
save one
and I have left it ripening
for you.

Take it, this orb of flesh and feeling,
this fruit of yearning and hope.
Palm it, my years of untouched skin
until you are ready to feed your desire.

If I could, I would wash my hands
of my shame, gather my crazy from
the tendrils of your memory,
each day a pebble rustling.
I would leave this crusted-over
sagging heavy load in the midst
of burning thistles,
all thorns aflame,
leaving roots ready to stretch,
a soil refreshed anew.

Some say desire is a fire
but all I have is the shape of emptiness,
of missing you;
the thread of silence
coils around this heart.
The hole within grows as it clenches;
when I am near you, the ache enlarges
into the hollow shape of your touch.

It is as if you are no longer real;
no one’s life exists until it is shared.
You are no one now.
No one loves me.
No one wants to touch me.
No one fills my heart.

No one fades to a whisper.
No one is in the wind.
No one has seen it
blowing the tears I do not cry.

 

Tansy Julie the Soaring Eagle Paschold

10.14.23

written in Norfolk Library’s Writing Lab, pulling words and ideas from various poems and stories