Woman by Wendy Jett is the final book in the popular mixed-genre trilogy about a young woman’s complicated relationships with her family, faith, friends and herself. Accents Publishing is proud to bring to readers these timeless, yet contemporary characters.

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Dear Friends,

It’s time to emerge with poetry and books. Accents and Third Street Stuff invite you to an Open House and Open Mic on Saturday, the 23rd of April from 4pm to 7pm.

From 4pm to 5pm – browse books, drink coffee, hang out and catch up.

from 5pm to whenever – everyone is welcome to read a poem.

After the reading – hang out some more.

If the weather is nice, we’ll be outside. A few Accents authors will be in attendance to sign books.

We look forward to spending time together!

Poet Pat Williams Owen answers a few questions about Orion’s Belt at the End of the Drive (Accents Publishing, 2019)

Do you still like your book? Why or why not?

I still like Orion’s Belt at the End of the Drive. I’m proud of the poems and the period of my life it portrays. It’s honest and heart-felt and represents several years of conscientious work.

What is the highest praise you’ve received for it?

The highest praise I’ve received from it was from my granddaughter who said she loves it, that it made her laugh and cry.

What didn’t make it in the book?

What didn’t make it into the book were poems of lesser quality and those that didn’t fit thematically.

Is there a poem from the book you’d like to share with the readers of the Accents blog?

I’d like to share “After My Untimely Death” as a sample of a list poem that any writer can model.

After My Untimely Death

Sometimes as I leave the house
I foresee people coming in and finding
remains of my life spread out like the ruins
of Pompeii. For sure on the floor
my Birkenstocks, well-worn and embedded
with my DNA, journals, books and magazines
stacked by my chair, yesterday’s running shoes
beneath the table, shoe strings dangling
toothbrush standing at attention, maybe the towel
still damp, a coffee cup with the final dregs,
today’s New York Times spread out,
half read.

Did I leave a light still burning,
awaiting my return? The chairs
around the table askew,
a life in process, my fuzzy lap
blanket still on the footstool,
housing my sloughed -off cells
hiding out in the folds of the yarn,
fingerprints on the sliding door
belong to this particular life.

Thoughts and dreams religiously recorded,
black ink in journal after journal,
stacks of them. Shelves of books
underlined and notated, my sweat
smudged on each page. Light streams
in through the blinds as usual.

Funny, all the years of viewing Orion’s belt,
I thought my place on earth
was permanent.

How did you arrive at the title?

The title is taken from one of the poems in the book. In my poetry I try to address the intersection between the mundane and the transcendent. This poem is a metaphor for that.

Do you have a favorite Accents Publishing book (other than yours) and if so, which one?

My favorite Accents book other than mine is Katerina’s The Porcupine of Mind.

What are you working on now?

I’m working on new poems, observations of life as it passes.

Share a poem, or at least a sentence from your new writing.

Last Wash for the Old Car

To honor our 30 years of caretaking
I take my place in line with all the others
seeking purification,

that one moment of perfection
when the grey face of the car emerges
shiny dripping wet through the soapy steam.

Blue-shirted, brown-skinned workers
white towels wrapped round their heads
embrace it with rags

scrubbing until all surfaces shine.
I climb into the leather seat one last time,
fresh lemon scent surrounds me.