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TOROHILL
Torohill is a house, and poetry collection, of generations and regenerations. It is written with indomitable spirit, seriousness and self-deprecating humor, for navigating feelings and overcoming griefs. The house is up hill from a tragic accident that shattered and redirected the poet’s life, eventually transporting her across its threshold to a brief yet enduring love with her second husband. With verve, levity and depth, Donna Reis follows Rilke’s imperative at the start of this book, to “Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.” —Amy Holman
Read a review of Torohill by John M. Bellinger
Chapbook Editor, The Comstock Review
More Praise for Torohill
Donna Reis’s gift for mapping the irony, hurt, love and loss of her geography is given its best expression in Torohill. Firmly rooted in the real, the collection is ever mindful of the unseen, the super real presiding over human frailty, knowing [we could be taken] at any moment, and …the stars wouldn’t say a word. And while deer, fox, owls, and coyotes inhabit the woods and fields of the ancestral farm that lends the book its title, they are out-numbered by ghosts that walk in soft swales of lawn where No one notices you let yourself in…[as you follow] the sound of a radio broadcasting in an office―FDR? Even the poet’s ghost is here - hit by a car at the base of the driveway at seventeen. Is the location of Reis’s life-defining auto accident at the foot of the drive to her future husband’s home unimaginable coincidence or illusion? It is Real! as is the brilliance of the words on the page, imbued with Reis’s characteristic wit, that give order in Torohill to life’s seemingly unassuageable tragedy.
―Janet Hamill
Each poem in this well-wrought collection acts as a memory-crumb in a trail through a landscape of leave-takings; sadly, the trail ends in a series of beautifully restrained poems about the death of Reis’ husband. While the predominant theme may be loss, Reis’ sense of humor and her playfulness with language fill the poems with life.
―Teresa Carson
Poets, preachers, and financial consultants all find themselves in periods of bereavement— soldiers recruited into a vast human army. They never volunteer. The life hurts too much. To chronicle its days and nights requires a poet of accuracy, restraint, sensuality, and humor. Her language must be versatile, attuned to the gaiety of a holiday party, the mischief of a pet, silly necessities like “Woolite and Miracle Whip” and the intimate heartbreak of “The Last Night.” Donna Reis deploys the words and rhythms of that language in poems that will lift the spirits of all drudging soldiers.
―Sarah White, author of Iridescent Guest (Deerbrook Editions, 2020)