<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" dir="auto" class=""><div class="">You are cordially invited to join us for the great privilege of hearing</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><font size="5" class="">Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer </font></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">reading from her new collection All The Honey</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><b class="">Sunday, July 30 at 3:00 PM</b></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">at the home of Rebecca Evert in Sebastopol.</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">Seating is limited. To reserve a space and get directions please write to Rebecca at <a href="mailto:revert@sonic.net" class="">revert@sonic.net</a>.</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">Copies of All The Honey will be available to purchase; Rosemerry won’t be able to take credit cards for books, but can take venmo, zelle, cash and checks.</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" class=""><a href="https://www.wordwoman.com/" style="color: blue;" class="">Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer</a> co-hosts <a href="https://emergingform.substack.com/" style="color: blue;" class="">Emerging Form</a> (a podcast on creative process), Secret Agents of Change (a surreptitious kindness cabal) and Soul Writer’s Circle. Her poetry has appeared on <i class="">A Prairie Home Companion</i>, <i class="">PBS News Hour,</i> <i class="">O Magazine</i>, <i class="">American Life in Poetry, </i>on<i class=""> </i>Carnegie Hall stage, and on river rocks she leaves around town. Her collection <i class="">Hush </i>won the Halcyon Prize. <i class="">Naked for Tea</i> was a finalist for the Able Muse Book Award. <span style="background-color: white;" class="">Rosemerry </span>has been writing and sharing a poem a day since 2006. Find her daily poems on her blog, <i class=""><a href="http://www.ahundredfallingveils.com/" style="color: blue;" class="">A Hundred Falling Veils</a></i> or a curated version (with optional prompts) on her daily audio series, <i class=""><a href="https://app.ritual.io/rosemerry" style="color: blue;" class="">The Poetic Path</a>, </i>available on your phone with the Ritual app. She is the author of <i class=""><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Exploring-Poetry-Presence-II-Practice/dp/1737105535/ref=sr_1_1?crid=GLHYB16OVXH2&keywords=exploring+poetry+of+presence+ii&qid=1686858903&s=books&sprefix=exploring+poetry+%2Cstripbooks%2C156&sr=1-1" style="color: blue;" class="">Exploring Poetry of Presence II: Prompts to deepen your writing practice</a>, </i>and her poetry album, <i class=""><a href="https://rosemerrywahtolatrommer.bandcamp.com/album/dark-praise" style="color: blue;" class="">Dark Praise</a></i>, explores “endarkenment,” available anywhere you listen to music.<i class=""> </i>Her most recent collection is <i class=""><a href="https://bookshop.org/p/books/all-the-honey-rosemerry-wahtola-trommer/18666020" style="color: blue;" class="">All the Honey</a>.</i><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;" class=""><o:p class=""></o:p></span></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" class=""><o:p class=""> </o:p></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">For the Living</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class=""></span><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class=""></span><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">It is the work of the living</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">to grieve the dead. </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">It is our work to wake each day, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">to live into the world that is. </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">It is our work to weep, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">and it is our work to be healed. </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">Some part of us knows </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">not only the absence of our beloveds, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">but also their presence, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">how they continue to teach us, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">how they invite us to grow. </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">It is our work to be softened by loss, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">to be undone, destroyed, remade.</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">Wounded, we recoil, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">and it is our work to notice how, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">like crushed and trampled grass, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">we spring back. </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">It is our work to meet death again</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">and again and again, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">and though it aches to be open, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">it is our work to be opened, </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">to live into the opening</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">until we know ourselves</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">as blossoms nourished from within</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">by the radiance of the ones </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">who are no longer physically here.</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class=""><i class="">They have given us their love light to carry. </i></span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-kerning: none" class="">It is our work to be in service to that light. </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; 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