ADAM DAVID MILLER
Adam David Miller Poet
P.O. Box 162
Berkeley, CA 94701-0162
eshuhous
Poetry Books and Poetry.
Adam David Miller's latest book, The Sky is a Page: New and Selected Poems is now OUT! This limited First Edition, ISBN 978-0-9656576-1-7 (paperback) will be numbered and, for those who request, will be signed. Orders and inquiries, may be addressed to Eshu House Publishing, P.O. Box 162, Berkeley, CA 94701-0162 or email eshuhouse@yahoo.com.
The Sky is a Page includes poems from several of Miller's earlier books as well as new poems from 2000-2010. The art work incorporated into the cover design is "Bereshit," a pit-fired ceramic piece by Susan Duhan Felix, 2008. The cover, interior design, and title pages, as well as photograph of both the cover art and the poet, are by Jinny Pearce.
Dreamscape
It was your letter
that pushed me on
that warm up winter.
The years' retreats were many, advances few.
Blowing sand clogged my engine
I ran with apples falling,
persimmons crying.
I watched too many best friends die.
Udders of white cows
hung heavy for the millions.
You said,
field is fallow, not dead
furrow it again,
come spring.
- from The Sky is a Page
Land Between: New and Selected Poems (Eshu House Publishing, Berkeley, CA: 2000).
ISBN-0-9656576-2-0, with illustration from African Designs by Geoffrey Williams.
Apocalypse Is My Garden Poems by Adam David Miller (Eshu House Press, Berkeley, CA: 1997).
ISBN 0-9656576-0-4), $10.95.
Forever Afternoon Poems by Adam David Miller
(Michigan State University Press, East Lansing, MI: 1994).
ISBN 0-87013-354-3.
Neighborhood and Other Poems by Adam David Miller.
(Mina Press, Berkeley, CA: 1993).
ISBN 0-94610-07-5.
Winner of the 1994 Naomi Long Madgett Poetry Award.
Forever Afternoon
What is death to the caterpillar we call a butterfly? - anon.
Ladder of success is an image I abhor
I prefer the double helix, intertwining spirals.
My spirit does not wear down
or wear out, like a car or a shoe.
While my body wanes, waxes my spirit
brighter.
I am in eternal metamorphosis.
Constantly consumed,
I consume myself.
Life has no stages; the word resolution
lies; life has questions, connections.
Life is a wheel of fortune, my life
a gift to be passed around the wheel.
Do we ask where does the caterpillar
go when it becomes a butterfly?
The caterpillar does not go, it becomes.
Spirit of caterpillar lives in butterfly,
same heart, beating stronger.
- Adam David Miller, from Forever Afternoon
Adam David Miller Poet
P.O. Box 162
Berkeley, CA 94701-0162
eshuhous
