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Eighteen poems that elevate river and lake water into a revelation of life as only Eric Greinke could envision:

We all love the sudden instant / when daylight steals our dreams. / You can feel your own dark heart heal, / that boat that leaks and breaks / just as you reach the distant shore. (From “In Tree Light”)

Printed letterpress from handset Deepdene metal types, hand sewn and bound. Edition limited to 125 copies Signed & Numbered by the poet.

To order please click the following link, print, complete bottom portion, and mail with payment to Adastra Press, 16 Reservation Rd., Easthampton, MA 01027

(Adastra Press, 2018, $25.00 USA)

“If there is a unifying theme here it is the evanescence of life.  The imprint of a dog’s paw prints, washed away by waves in a lake.  The dog does not even notice the sudden erasure.  In “The Sunken Dream,” a house a man built along a slow moving river is a source of happiness and pride but he receives word of the state government to build a dam that will rise the water level in this peaceable valley and cover the tine community it is in, its graveyard, church.  His place will be gone forever.  Now a septuagenarian, Greinke is not the only one with such thoughts in his mind.  This is another classic treatment by Adastra Press, printed letterpress, hand bound.  I confess that I run my fingers over the printed page, feeling the indentations of the type and know a certain happiness.”       –Arnold Skemer, ZYX #82



“The title of Mr. Greinke’s collection of poems, Shorelines, suggests the edges of different dimensions, land, water and sky.  While life-giving water appears in all eighteen poems, on the horizon we have, shall we say, the weathers of reflection and meditation in which “each of us still drowns alone.”  This insert of reality shines, as it were, through the sill of a closed or closing door beyond which are the lighted pools of fantasy, floating amid some “special toys, forgotten but not lost…where even oceans drain.”  Mr. Greinke’s work does not hammer us with this reflection but we sense it, rather remarkably, throughout this collection.  Mr. Greinke balances these considerations with the satisfactions we get by being alive.  As in the poem, “Storm Flowers,” the poem ends, after a grim news item of chrysanthemum blossoms flowing into a storm drain, with the single unadorned fact:  “new blooms opened the next day,” emphasizing how it is almost the private trivia that lets us be aware of what it is that keeps us not only alert but appreciative of our survival, like the sparkle of sea glass, a pet dog playing with the backwash of the tide.  The contrast of imagination and reality captures a way to cope when you’re over 40, or was it 50, or don’t we count the years of mature talent anymore?”      –Kirby Condgon



“We gather at the shoreline to measure time in the eternal movement of water:  rain to river to lake or sea, back to sky.  Water is the metaphor for all human activity.  And through it, traces every lifetime inexorably, for better or worse.  In our ending, the beach is washed clean of our existence.”

–Phil Wagner, Iconoclast


“THIS is your perfect summer companion.  Titles include “In Tree Light,” “Seaglass,” “In The Wake,” and “Dream Of Flight.”  I recommend this for its images, similes, metaphors, and its brilliant lines (“A woman in an apple dress / makes everything briefly red, / then passes by like an old wound”) the production is as lovely as the words within—letterpress, handsewn and bound.”

–Cynthia Brackett-Vincent, the Aurorean