{"product_id":"jordemoder-ingrid-andersson-9781737405115","title":"Jordemoder: Poems of a Midwife","description":"\u003cb\u003e\"Ingrid Andersson's poems are well crafted and passionate at once. They are rooted in her family, her work as a midwife birthing babies in a natural age-old way, her own motherhood and her travels. Her work reveals an identification with and close observation of birds, mammals including herself and her clients, flowers, trees, the seasons. These poems offer both insight and joy.\"--Marge Piercy, author of \u003ci\u003eOn the Way Out, Turn Off the Light: Poems\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Swedish-American midwife is a Best of the Net poet and Pushcart Prize nominee, and has released her bold, life-affirming debut poetry collection.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"A midwife is in the thick of it, she sees it all,\" Jennifer Worth, author of \u003ci\u003eCall the Midwife\u003c\/i\u003e. It is midwifing in its broadest sense--from releasing a newborn's stuck shoulders or catching a baby in the caul, to Socratic questioning around body autonomy, social justice and climate sustainability. The poems are layered and bi-cultural, rooted in contrasts between America and Sweden, as well as between colonial\/industrial and ecological\/relational ways of caring for each other and the earth. With a sense of humor, love, art and aging, \u003ci\u003eJordemoder\u003c\/i\u003e is a collection of midwifed hope.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eMaw\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eIn the middle of the night, my mother\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003ewould bury her face\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003ein her mute, farm-woman's hands\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003ebetween the hinged high-fidelity\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003espeakers of our Zenith\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003erecord player, the soaring trills\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003eof Verdi's dying Violetta\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003evanquishing the dark.\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eAt the end of the opera, \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003eshe'd raise her head, revived, \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003eand I learned from the edge\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003eof the living room: life\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003eturns on passion, as much as breath.\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eIn the middle of the afternoon, I learned\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003enot to be afraid of Virginia Woolf\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003eor Hedda Gabler. And now, when\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003emy child goes looking for his mother, \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003eI can explain: it's in the genes, \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003eor a law of nature, or some\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003eall-consuming love--disappearing\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ci\u003einto the maw of entropy and art.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/b\u003e Ingrid Andersson\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eISBN-10:\u003c\/b\u003e 1737405113\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eISBN-13:\u003c\/b\u003e 9781737405115\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublisher:\u003c\/b\u003e Holy Cow Press\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage:\u003c\/b\u003e English\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublished:\u003c\/b\u003e 04\/19\/2022\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePages:\u003c\/b\u003e 84\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat:\u003c\/b\u003e Paperback\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWeight:\u003c\/b\u003e 0.35lbs\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSize:\u003c\/b\u003e 8.90h x 5.90w x 0.30d\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eReview Citation(s): \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eForeword\u003c\/i\u003e 02\/27\/2022","brand":"Ingrid Andersson","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":43990560702719,"sku":"9781737405115","price":16.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0662\/2982\/9887\/files\/img_e5fc8161-22fa-44d6-8bfb-e1940a39f410.jpg?v=1683305369","url":"https:\/\/www.whiterainbookhouse.com\/products\/jordemoder-ingrid-andersson-9781737405115","provider":"WR Book House","version":"1.0","type":"link"}