Rose Auslander lives on Cape Cod. Obsessed with water, she is the author of the book Wild Water Child, the chapbooks Folding Water, Hints, and The Dolphin in the Gowanus, and poems in the Berkeley Poetry Review, RHINO, Rumble Fish, Tinderbox, and Tupelo Quarterly. She earned her MFA in Poetry at Warren Wilson.
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Praise the wind in your face, the hill rising before you
“ After some two years of pandemic on top of everything we’ve done to the earth & to each other, my poems have been a little . . . sad. A long-suffering friend said maybe try for something happier & (coincidentally?) a prompt suggested a praise poem. Now, I’m not someone to go about shouting praises. Maybe back when I fell in love for the first time . . . though honestly, I remember telling my new love I’d never been so unhappy in my life. So how was I to go showering praises now, while I’m still grieving for a dear friend and my mother is in hospice? All I’ve been able to do is to pull on my Hoka One One’s and run. Which can bring a kind of painful catharsis, possibly worthy of praise. So I decided to try running into a poem praising all that burdens me, all I’ve lost & no doubt will lose. Strangely, it’s helped ease the hurt, at least a little. I hope it brings some comfort to you, too. ”