Paradise Fields

I had been fretting over a title for my book of poems. The phrase “paradise fields” was in every draft of the moon poem I’ve been struggling with, so I decided to use it. If I couldn’t finish the poem, at least I’d have that phrase.

I like how it sounds and also what it means: the ancients believed that when someone died, their souls rested in “paradise fields” on the moon. 

After I settled on the book title, I finally got a version of the poem that I like. It happened at the last minute, a totally unexpected gift. I kind of just lifted the lines I liked from all the versions and added a bit here and there.

Then I got the poems into a basic sequence, reading through them, making small edits. I also cut about half of the poems I’d been considering. And did I mention the cover photo? It’s a gorgeous shot of the moon in South Africa.  

Still some last minute stuff to do but Paradise Fields should be ready for viewing sometime this weekend!


  1. Thanks Martha, it amazed me how much time it took to get these poems right. But I’m so happy with them now. I think I’ll teach poetry differently from now on, too. With more care and attention.


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