Three Books out in one pandemic. High time we celebrate these collections!
“Everyone Disappears (Finishing Line Press, 2020)
“Little Wars” (Kelsay Books, 2021)
“Watchman, What of the Night” (CW Books, 2022)
17030 Oakmont Ave, Gaithersburg, MD 20877
Luther poses questions, rebellions, and contemplations both powerful & beautiful in his poetry. Come hear our very own, Luther, a native of Montgomery County, a retired special educator, and an essential Poet to the DiVerse Gaithersburg Community share work from his three new collections.
We’ll be outside, under the tent, at Hershey’s — a welcoming space with great food and nice people. 17030 Oakmont Ave, Gaithersburg, MD 20877
Here’s what people say:
In W. Luther Jett’s Everyone Disappears never have the dead been more alive. It’s his “feel of flowers,” wild deer running in green hills, “the sky not a wall but a gate,” and more. The theme is loss; yet, the spirited act of writing transforms everything created by nature, even its demise. Poems like these expand the canon; mortality has always been a job for the poet and Jett
doesn’t turn away, modulating poems with colorful words and powerful insights so the subject—precise in every note — endows pain with beauty. This poetry revolves around family, with feelings tender and vulnerable — allowing more opportunity for music-making. Subtle and intelligent stories, realized through the power of Jett’s voice, make life appear on every page.
• Grace Cavalieri, Maryland Poet Laureate
You have in your hands poems of a mournful witness — nearly all evoke a tone of bitterness over the devastation and trauma of endless wars. The book’s ironic title is a purposeful oxymoron: “there are no / little wars — no distance / we cannot reduce to nothing.” Luther Jett’s poetry voices itself in a precise diction and nuanced rhythms that grab hold of your attention and do not let go.
• Merrill Leffler, author of Mark the Music
Anthropologist Margaret Mead believed that the only thing that has the power to change the world is a group of “thoughtful, committed citizens.” W. Luther Jett, one poem at a time, aims to be part of such a group. A consummate poet of witness, Jett reminds us that even in a world beset by greyscale days and ashfall nights, we must not turn away. History is at our doors, with its “broken songs, unfinished,/ waiting only to be written down.” And if we listen closely, perhaps
we’ll be able to hear something like hope—“the slow/ pulse of the oyamel fir/ in late winter drawing her sustenance/ from far beneath the stones.”
• Nancy Naomi Carlson, author of An Infusion of Violets; Associate Editor, Tupelo Press