Introducing My First Poetry Book, "Horizons"

 My first poetry book, Horizons (Atmosphere Press) 

AVAILABLE NOW!!

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:

**Atmosphere Press**

Barnes & Noble

Amazon

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**Of course, the best way to order (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 Horizons:

Indigo Bridge Bookstore, 1624 S 17th St Ste 200, Lincoln, NE 68502

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

Your Forte, 415 Chestnut St, Atlantic, IA 50022

***Coming in 2024: an Audiobook version!!!! Stay tuned for details! ****
If you need or prefer this version...it IS coming!

Author Events:

• Thursday, April 11; 3:45 PM @ Norfolk High School (GSA), Norfolk, NE
• Sunday, April 14, 2024: 2 PM @ Bennett Martin Public Library 4th Floor: John H. Ames Reading Series, Lincoln, NE
• Thursday, May 16, 2024; 5:30 PM @ Larksong Writer's Place, Lincoln NE
• Tuesday, December 3, 2024; 6:30 PM @ 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