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Now available from from Red Dashboard Press

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Wherever Diane Sahms-Guarnieri takes you, she takes you all the way there, soul and senses rendered high-definition cameras, taking in history, loss, family, humor, and eros in a world brought alive. Night Sweat, her new book, moves among her beloved Philadelphia and environs, Old City, Christ Church, where “the present belongs and does not belong,” even the drug dealers at Frankford Terminal — then we’re in a bed of fire and fondly remembered love, then “friendship, the hinge of a calm shell,” then a flower field, with “seductive” tulips and “slightly badass” dandelions, then ancestors, relationship, descent from Lenape settlers and from the stars alike (“Stars connect us: they are lineage”). This poet is a singer, of car accident, graffiti artist, or the marriage (told in a hilarious poem) of William Carlos Williams and Flossie. After reading Night Sweat, you will live in a different world — or, rather, thanks to Diane Sahms-Guarnieri, the world you always lived in, all aching beauties laid bare.

John Timpane- Assistant Books Editor/Media Editor Writer – Philadelphia Inquirer                                                                       

Diane Sahms-Guarnieri’s Night Sweat is a moving collection of poems. In Sahms-Guarnieri’s poem “Sunset” she writes: “Everything has its own way of entering into night.” Many of her most memorable poems are intimate and unprecious portraits of people and urban landscapes and the psychic interplay of each in the other. Here people and places live inside each other and vice versa. In the poem “Delaware River” she describes the river as “a snake/ who has swallowed a mouse/ it carries it through night/ like a dark and dirty secret.” There is also much flora and fauna in the book, but Sahms-Guarnieri’s edge remains. She writes “I have come to mistrust the wisdom of trees/ their disguises.” Sahms-Guarnieri is a tough and tender poet. Her poems bridge time and memory in ways that unexpectedly reveal our present.

Thomas Devaney, poet and author of The Picture that Remains and A Series of Small Boxes.

In Night Sweat, Diane Sahms-Guarnieri explores the physical and emotional landscapes of the places and people she loves. She knows these places. She knows these people. And she writes with both the authority and humility of a poet fully engaged with these worlds.

Jim Daniels- Thomas Stockham Baker Professor of English- Carnegie Mellon University

In a city that looks back, reflective as the moon, Diane Sahms-Guarnieri hangs life on the line from clothespin to clothespin to clothespin, billowing in the night breeze, a breeze that chills but does not cool.  The light Night Sweat sheds on the city is not the glare of sun but the haunting vision of moonlight that touches at once the subliminal and the sublime.  In a striking array of poetic images, reflecting together Ash Can Art and Georgia O’Keefe, haunting and dazzling at once, as moonlight illuminations provide tantalizing glimpses in a landscape revealed only to the exquisite extent that moonlight allows.

Mike Cohen
Host of Poetry Aloud and Alive
Contributing Editor, Schuylkill Valley Journal

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Now Available from Anaphora Literary Perss

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What others say about Light’s Battered Edge by Diane Sahms-Guarnieri

The familiar Gospel song may reassure us that “His eye is on the sparrow,” but for those at the battered edges of our society, too often it doesn’t seem that way.  Here, Diane Sahms-Guarnieri catches sight of “a sparrow by its own forgotten self,” and that sparrow stands in for other “forgotten” ones: the homeless, the wrecked, the ill, a family of forebears “visited” by comprehensive Job-like “Misery.”  Even as she shows us “light’s battered edges,” however, Sahms-Guarnieri makes us sharply aware of “life playing / disharmoniously and harmoniously”: love so close it’s “like being safely snug inside / the lining of another’s skin”; earth itself surrendering “to each / sunset” “in a thankful swaying sort of way”; a soul snatched up animistically, “lifting, lifting, lifting into light.”  These compelling poems leave us disquieted, as much by beauty as by sorrow.

Nathalie F. Anderson

Author of Quiver

Professor, Swarthmore College

Think of the spirit of place as the frame of memory shaping language, of the perpetual soliloquy of being who you are in counterpoint with echoing phrases others have uttered at or to you, and you will have some idea of the chant and enchantment of the poems gathered in Light’s Battered Edge. There are some hard truths in these poems — about abusive spouses, about the wear and tear of caring for others. But underlying it all is the sense of what love really means.

Frank Wilson

Books, Inq. — The Epilogue

 

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 Nicolette Milholin of the Montgomery County News
“Like a well-written memoir, Sahms-Guarnieri’s work
shoots straight to the center of human experience
instead of hiding pain under a false fabric of pretension.”

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Barbara Bialick of the Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene
“to Diane Sahms-Guarnieri, images are an all-important way
she remembers people from her childhood and on into motherhood.”

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Christine O’Leary Rockey of the Almost Uptown Poetry Cartel
“Her writing is wonderfully conservative in that way that poets
strive for- each word matters and is artfully placed against another
to create maximum impact in sometimes very small spaces.”

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Diane Guarnieri’s brave lyrics balance on the tharp edge of sound and insight in these songs of praise and longing, these laments and lullabies, where the home and the heart are rendered in luminous and bleak images that do not turn away from tenderness or brutality. A fragmented narrative runs like a red thread through the book: how one begins in “not knowing”, yet develops a gaze in which “the shade is never drawn.” Finally in a sequence of poems that bear the names of flowers, it is the self who blooms through the seasons, healing and blessing.  – J.C. Todd

“Yesterday, there was only one sparrow. / Today- – two.” Diane Sahms-Guarnieri confronts the past and divines a present with these poems of beauty and hurt, of strength and survival. Often heartbreaking, but always emotionally honest, these poems of lyricism and grace, of uncommon courage, are a testament to human resilience and the salve of tenderness. Hope abounds in these hard-won poems. The sparrow is a wonderfully strong creature, metaphor or not. This is a generous debut collection by a poet who aches with life, and has a smart, original way of talking about it.  – Louis McKee

Working class Roxborough and Manayunk roots sprout throughout this body of work. Two generations of hard working women, a father known for taking a nip or two and the loss of loved ones to the dust of the textile mills that once dominated this area of Philadelphia. Images of Being, a collection of images from childhood to middle age, no matter how dark or light we can always see that optimistic child skipping down the steps from Gorgas Park holding her father’s hand. Sahms-Guarnieri reflects her world, warts and all, a journey through darkness always looking for the light. In the end optimism prevails. – g emil reutter, The Fox Chase Review

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