Available directly from our printer from today – Frances Holloway’s moving anthology of Wimmera poems!
If I run barefoot from my door
to the tank-stand on the hill
I collect one hundred wounds
but none that time won’t heal. . . .
Frances Holloway’s poetry takes the reader into a deeply personal arena, and yet the essentially universal themes of life, love and death, grant the narratives startling familiarity. While loss and loathing are leavened with humour, the mundane faces of incidental things are elevated by a profound sense of their beauty, and impermanence. Students of Eastern philosophy may recognise references to ancient texts and meditations, but there is nothing sacred here – unless everything is – a conclusion that might easily be reached.
Pomonal Publishing doesn’t have a Facebook presence and we don’t tweet, so if those of you who follow us would kindly give us a mention, we’d be delighted. Frances herself is a very private sort of writer so this is the only photo of her we are able to use:
Last night I picked up PP’s latest project from the printer – the first edition of a community newsletter – and delivered it to the local store. I’m rather chuffed at the result because I’m not a journalist, and have done little writing of that nature, but when asked to take on this job I could see no good reason to say ‘no’. Adapt or perish
Since retiring from my city life (as a filmmaker, script writer/teacher) living in the country has opened up a whole new way of being. Publishing, instead of making films, being just one of many adjustments. The local community sometimes seems like a 19th Century village, with its slower pace, tree-changer/farmer population combo, and quite a few older people whose forebears settled this reagon and who, consequently, have a rather different political outlook to my own. Lots of face to face contact with people at the shop, where we all have to collect our mail, has enabled me to watch and listen and take delight in these differences.
I guess I bonded with this community after surviving the big bushfire that went through here early in 2006. People who barely knew me looked out for me because that’s the way they do things in rural Australia. Many stories to tell – and one day will – suffice now to say that I’m delighted to be able to provide a newsletter for this community, as a way of giving back and getting to know it even more.
And this undertaking has already put me in contact with another local writer who has offered to help with the newsletter, and whom I hope to entice into PP’s indie publishing adventure. This ‘small publishing house’ as someone so nicely called it in a comment here recently.
I have finally got the website proper up and running so that our authors and their works will have an on-line presence. PP doesn’t do much in the way of advertising our publications – no press, no festivals, no book signings – so this site and blog are the least I can do for those who have trusted us/me to carry their words, images and ideas out there, to a potential audience.
Now my big ambition is to upgrade my publishing software, probably to Adobe InDesign, though this too is changing and may not be around much longer. At least not without a whole package of unwanted stuff on a Cloud – Don’t you just love the language of the current era? If anyone reading this knows of a stand alone App that can layout pages as efficiently as InDesign and save to print quality PDF, please drop me a line.
As you will have gathered by now, Pomonal Publishing began as a hobby, but we hope to achieve excellence none the less. (In a small way.)