paper • 88 pages • 15.95

ISBN-13: 978-1-935536-28-4

Holding Ground

by Bruce Willard


The poems in Holding Ground reveal the journey of one man, and yet, these poems speak to us all—or at least anyone who has ever “felt wasted by his desires,” who has ever been “tired of wanting, / tired of morning, / tired of the way the ocean waits / for the sun to set.” With precise control of language, Willard pulls a myriad of emotions out of seemingly simple scenes: “Night blows between the frames of houses, / winding, unwinding clotheslines, between / pant legs, between sleeves, between selves.” Within the various “selves” of these poems, we see a speaker whose journey stretches beyond the last poem of this collection and reaches out into the world.

Often rooted in nature, these poems are written from a precipice, sometimes tense like “ridges of pressure / advancing,” sometimes throbbing in the quiet space before the howl of the storm: “Let’s look for shelter, he said.” The effect is an atmosphere of yearning, of earnest searching to understand the simple moments in life, to answer the question, “How do I come to know anything?

reviews

“Bruce Willard writes with balanced—and earned—accuracy from the heart of his experience. The natural world is not, for him, an image ‘kitty,’ but a powerful real presence that through its resistances, as well as its vexing beauty, marks out the reach of inwardness. The poems are clear windows on the defining scenes of that inwardness: love, separation, family, and coming to terms with pain and joy.”

—Sven Birkerts

“In Holding Ground the poet touches the world and senses nuances in the terrain of what lives in the heart and in the mind. In a simple eloquence, Willard’s poems articulate ordinary and difficult moments to strike the genuine pitch of what it means to be fully alive. The poet celebrates our possibilities even as he knows our lives are filled with all the spirit’s dangers. The poems are clear and evocative, an elegant accomplishment.”

—Afaa Michael Weaver

MOLOTOV

Good Morning

I am greeting this life

I have awakened to,

the clothes I’ve slept in

still warm on my back,

blood-orange sun on the wall

next to the bed, regular sound

of traffic on the street,

like there was no more

pressing purpose than to rise

fully dressed, hand-part my hair

and meet the day

wearing the layers I’ve lived in

all these hours.

about the author

Bruce Willard lives in California and Maine. An ex-disc jockey and forklift operator, he currently oversees several clothing catalog businesses and chauffeurs the family dogs from coast to coast each summer.