Imagine a man whose country is taken over—and he’s forced to change his name so that it sounds like one belonging to the new political power. Imagine that same man emigrating to America, and once again having his name changed to sound less “foreign” and more pronounceable, at least for the immigration official. Imagine that man accepting the last change in his name and getting on with his life in his new country.
This is part of the story Karen Paul Holmes tells in her new poetry collection, No Such Thing as Distance. And the man with the three names is her father.
This sense of change of family pervades the 46 poems of the collection. She writes of other things, but it is her family poems—about relatives, her father, herself, her children—that provide the structure of the poems. If there’s any doubt about where Holmes’s head and heart are, simply consider the four Macedonian family recipes she includes at the end—for zelnik (an onion and filo pastry dish), a family interpretation of the Coney Island hot dog, Macedonian bean soup, and finikia, also known as Aunt Vera’s Cinnamon Cookies.
When it comes to family, there is indeed no such thing as distance. For a brother’s illness and surgery, Holmes flies from Georgia to New York and lives in his home, almost living his life because he is family, as he recovers.
Philip’s Bed
When a brother has cancer surgery
you feel the scalpel too.
No blood, just hot pain
body and spirit.
And yet you don’t.
Can only imagine your own
meager misfortunes
multiplied, multiplied.
Fly north to be with him.
While he sleeps at Sloan Kettering
you lie on his Jane Street bed
but can’t crawl into his fear.
Boil his kettle, sip his Jasmine tea
splash your face at his sink
see a likeness in his mirror.
You take the subway uptown
a bus across Central Park
walk a bit down York
to sit by his side.
Karen Paul Holmes
Holmes is the author of Untying the Knot (2014), a collection of poems focusing on the breakup of her marriage. Her poems have been published in a number of literary journals, including Prairie Schooner, Crab Orchard Review, Poetry East, Atlanta Review, the Southern Poetry Anthology, and Poet Lore. She was formerly vice president of Communications at a global financial services company and is now a freelance business writer and writing teacher; her web site is Karen Paul Holmes.
Holmes writes of weddings, her own and others; living in the American South; making zelnik for a family reunion (and thus the recipe); her mother’s funeral; her miscarriages; her childhood; and more. She writes what of she knows in No Such Thing as Distance, but more than that, she writes of what she loves.
Related:
Poetic Voices: Karen Paul Holmes and Claire Trevien
Photo by Donnie Nunley, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post by Glynn Young, author of the novels Dancing Priest, A Light Shining, and the newly published Dancing King, and Poetry at Work.
__________________________
How to Read a Poem uses images like the mouse, the hive, the switch (from the Billy Collins poem)-to guide readers into new ways of understanding poems. Anthology included.
“I require all our incoming poetry students-in the MFA I direct-to buy and read this book.”
-Jeanetta Calhoun Mish
- Poets and Poems: Lisa Marie Basile and “Saint Of” - April 29, 2025
- Poets and Poems: Sandra Marchetti and “Diorama” - April 24, 2025
- Poets and Poems: Christina Cook and “Roaming the Labyrinth” - April 22, 2025
Katie says
Glynn,
I am thankful to have read this post for these reasons:
1. Seeing the brilliantly beautiful image of the sky with mountains below
2. reading this: “When it comes to family, there is indeed no such thing as distance.”
3. Seeing the image of the front cover of Karen Paul Holmes poetry collection.
I had nearly despaired of ever finding a poetry collection with a colorful and pretty cover. It seems every time I follow a link to a poetry title I am less than whelmed at the image. What a delight to see one that appears hopeful at last:)
Gratefully,
Katie
Bethany R. says
It is a gorgeous cover, Katie. 🙂
Thanks for introducing me to this poet. The poem you featured here does such a powerful job of communicating how you can be physically and even genetically close to someone, and still maintain a gap of knowledge of their full pain and experience. But yes, I see that love you mention, in that she (or the speaker) still extends herself toward her brother to be alongside him.