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Donald Richardson

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  • Paperback: 80 pages
  • Dimensions: 6.00" x 9.00"
  • ISBN: 978-1-938144-15-8
  • Publication Date: 2013-12-15
  • BrickHouse Books, Inc.

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THEFT subtly incorporates themes, imagery, and occasional phrases from other poems as well as tapping directly into his own very personal experiences.  The author says: I have stolen much more, and quite blatantly, in other books. I guess in titling this book Theft I was thinking of those other earlier thefts along with current thefts such as those from Mona Van Duyn, Hart Crane, an old sailing expression, Marylyn Monroe, my friend's dream, lines from a Joni Mitchell song, prayers, John Donne, the snows of yesterday, Thoreau inspecting snow storms, Roethke asking about the time and his heart. I suppose, like Stafford, I am just "traveling through the dark":  his dark, this dark, my dark.” 

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Disarmingly direct and graceful, [Donald Richardson’s] poems remind us of our loneliness, failures, betrayals. They are like brief, intense reports from a bruised pscyhe—nonetheless an undefeated one—one always in the mysterious process of healing itself. I like them for their quiet and modest transcendence, for their willingness to confront pain and suffering and in the confrontation move on. —Al Zolynas, poet and co-editor of The Poetry of Men’s Lives

Richardson has the rare ability to approach the confessional poem with an edginess that keeps the whine at bay and centers the hone. —Paul Dressman, editor, Wild Mustard Press

Donald Richardson

Donald H. Richardson, Jr. lives quite near the Chesapeake Bay on the Magothy River. He has been retired from teaching for about six years now. He has a three-year-old grandson, pictured (stealing a nap) on the back cover. Ethan and his parents live in Portland, Oregon, so there is plenty of cross country commuting for everybody.