Naming Rites: Poems - Softcover

"Naming Rites is such a generous collection it offers both blessings and confessions, dirt and bread, miracles and explosions, cruelty and mercy, great blue herons who resemble monks and blue jays clowning around, a lover's tender touch and the horrors of the nightly news. In second grade, Gary Boelhower admits, he won 'the glow-in-the-dark statue of Mary, ' and his religious drive, now mature, is still alive in these poems. They aim for (and often achieve) not just a personal record but transubstantiation, transforming experience into wisdom, fear into freedom, language into song. Naming Rites is the autobiography of a soul, reaching out beyond the boundaries of the self."--Bart Sutter, author of Cow Calls in Dalarna and Chester Creek Ravine: Haiku

"Naming Rites by Gary Boelhower rings with an immense rhythm and rises 'out of the earth/ in waves, music, birth.' The cadence is measured and the titles have Biblical echoes. The words shine with grace. In the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve were granted the right to name the animals. Inside the covers of this book, these narrative poems examine the myriad ways that we name others, ourselves, and our experience.

As a gay man and a professor of ethics and religion, Gary Boelhower walks with courage in the world, and his poems are fierce and tender. He evokes the power of Sophia, and he searches and finds soul in the '...bright vesicle in the vestibule of chance / in the palm of the heart.' In one poem "Preparing the Soil," he tells a story of summers on a farm, riding in the tractor. Once, his uncle scooped a handful of the fine and warm earth, ashes and dust, but also the place for seeds.

The poems trace scars of abuse but also the marvels of wing and grasshopper and dance. Some poems are love poems like the Songs of Solomon. There are many that celebrate life, like "A Song of the Salmon." There is humor and pathos in the poem "Homeland Poetry." He explores memory and experience, both light and dark. Boelhower knows the things that haunt a soldier home from the war. He contemplates the red wire of a suicide bomber, the hunger of starving children, the frail machinery of the body, and the emotional scars of sexual abuse. He doesn't turn away from the names that are epithets, aspersions, labels, and whispered in shame. These poems claim the right to name one's self and to claim one's body, passion, love and desire.

This is a spiritual book, a mystical one, and one grounded in the natural landscape. The simple act of learning to articulate and to name has the power to heal. This poet presents the reader with a rich place to plant the seeds of hope and forgiveness. In a sensual collection, Gary Boelhower gathers the difficult world and finds the 'common code swimming / in the helix of your muscle and marrow.'"--Sheila Packa, former Duluth Poet Laureate and author of Echo & Lightning, Cloud Birds, and Night Train Red Dust

"Gary Boelhower's poems resist convention and confinement even as they speak deeply of and from history, family, and community. The persona names and narrates himself into being as he chronicles profound and tender encounters as well as 'tectonic shifts and betrayals.' Software engineers meditate, children go hungry, and faith is lost and reconfigured. 'Let me not forget to be what I have spoken, ' Boelhower reminds himself and his readers. Naming Rites is an important and sustaining book for our times, with its 'cadence that calls us into the streets with voices / of protest and hope.'"--Julie Gard, author of Home Studies
"Naming Rites is such a generous collection it offers both blessings and confessions, dirt and bread, miracles and explosions, cruelty and mercy, great blue herons who resemble monks and blue jays clowning around, a lover's tender touch and the horrors of the nightly news. In second grade, Gary Boelhower admits, he won 'the glow-in-the-dark statue of Mary, ' and his religious drive, now mature, is still alive in these poems. They aim for (and often achieve) not just a personal record but transubstantiation, transforming experience into wisdom, fear into freedom, language into song. Naming Rites is the autobiography of a soul, reaching out beyond the boundaries of the self."--Bart Sutter, author of Cow Calls in Dalarna and Chester Creek Ravine: Haiku

"Naming Rites by Gary Boelhower rings with an immense rhythm and rises 'out of the earth/ in waves, music, birth.' The cadence is measured and the titles have Biblical echoes. The words shine with grace. In the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve were granted the right to name the animals. Inside the covers of this book, these narrative poems examine the myriad ways that we name others, ourselves, and our experience.

As a gay man and a professor of ethics and religion, Gary Boelhower walks with courage in the world, and his poems are fierce and tender. He evokes the power of Sophia, and he searches and finds soul in the '...bright vesicle in the vestibule of chance / in the palm of the heart.' In one poem "Preparing the Soil," he tells a story of summers on a farm, riding in the tractor. Once, his uncle scooped a handful of the fine and warm earth, ashes and dust, but also the place for seeds.

The poems trace scars of abuse but also the marvels of wing and grasshopper and dance. Some poems are love poems like the Songs of Solomon. There are many that celebrate life, like "A Song of the Salmon." There is humor and pathos in the poem "Homeland Poetry." He explores memory and experience, both light and dark. Boelhower knows the things that haunt a soldier home from the war. He contemplates the red wire of a suicide bomber, the hunger of starving children, the frail machinery of the body, and the emotional scars of sexual abuse. He doesn't turn away from the names that are epithets, aspersions, labels, and whispered in shame. These poems claim the right to name one's self and to claim one's body, passion, love and desire.

This is a spiritual book, a mystical one, and one grounded in the natural landscape. The simple act of learning to articulate and to name has the power to heal. This poet presents the reader with a rich place to plant the seeds of hope and forgiveness. In a sensual collection, Gary Boelhower gathers the difficult world and finds the 'common code swimming / in the helix of your muscle and marrow.'"--Sheila Packa, former Duluth Poet Laureate and author of Echo & Lightning, Cloud Birds, and Night Train Red Dust

"Gary Boelhower's poems resist convention and confinement even as they speak deeply of and from history, family, and community. The persona names and narrates himself into being as he chronicles profound and tender encounters as well as 'tectonic shifts and betrayals.' Software engineers meditate, children go hungry, and faith is lost and reconfigured. 'Let me not forget to be what I have spoken, ' Boelhower reminds himself and his readers. Naming Rites is an important and sustaining book for our times, with its 'cadence that calls us into the streets with voices / of protest and hope.'"--Julie Gard, author of Home Studies