My first book of poetry: Aftermath

Now available at Amazon and at Finishing Line Press

Poetry of grief and confusion

When my 19 year old nephew died of a drug overdose, we could hardly comprehend what was happening. In the dizzying next 18 months, two dear friends also died--albeit under dramatically different circumstances. I lost interest in the mystery novel and the woman in business memoir I'd been working on, and I found myself writing through grief and confusion.  How do I make sense of my life in the face of death's inevitability? How do any of us?

Response from early readers

Katherine Flannery Dering’s beautiful collection Aftermath is a meditation on our search for connection, even as the losses pile up. What do we do when death surprises us? How do we reach across time and space to those who are gone? Through writing, perhaps, or maybe we hope to join them eventually in “a place among those/stars, floating through the light as it streams through the universe.” A lovely hope indeed.                    

                                  —Laurel S. Peterson, Poet Laureate, Norwalk CT, 

                                      author of Do You Expect Your Art to Answer?


Katherine Flannery Dering’s poems give their full lyric attention to the natural world and shine a keen eye on the daily vividness of life. Birds at the feeder, boys on skateboards, an old cat, a stained bathrobe, a walk through a labyrinth, a boat ride on the lake—they all bring their meditations on the nature of existence, humming the low notes of grief and loss even as they illuminate the beauty and truth of the ordinary hours.      

                                      —Carla Funk, author of Gloryland, 

                                      Apologetic, and The Sewing Room


From remnants of loss, shreds of doubt and slivers of hope, Katherine Flannery Dering has fashioned a texturally complex and cumulatively moving poetic collage. The images and language in Aftermath are vivid and sure—a grieving sister becomes “an Inuit carving, / smooth and compact, / her back a soft curve”—even as these poems necessarily produce more questions about life (“How is this supposed to work?”) than answers. Here we experience a slice of lived history that, for all its difficulty, still, miraculously, vivifies.    

                     —Scott Mason, author of The Wonder Code, recipient of the Touchstone Distinguished                       Book Award from The Haiku Foundation

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Expressing a desire to make sense the senseless and enjoy the inevitable reality of aging.

Katherine Flannery Dering’s debut poetry collection, Aftermath, speaks eloquently of the after effects of grief while expressing the poet’s desire for a future filled with meaningful life experiences, a chance to make sense out of the senseless and a pledge to enjoy the inevitable reality of aging. In the first poem of the book, Simplon Pass, the lines, “Slow down, little brother…. Let’s enjoy the descent.” set the stage for a yearning to feel the world in a new way and manage life’s inescapable losses. Dering continues in a later poem to question how she can console a grieving sister. “How do I give comfort if I am chopped to pieces?” On a trip to The Cloisters she muses about how quickly life goes from joy to disaster, from images of The Annunciation, to that of The Pieta. The poet compares herself to crisp October leaves in her poem, Candlewood Air, “before letting go, they must make as much noise as possible.” Contemplate and savor the journey in Aftermath as Katherine Flannery Dering exposes the complexity of aging and what it means to be truly alive in the face of life’s unavoidable losses. Then, look forward to her bold foray into a future filled with her poetic words.

— Dianalee Velie, Poet Laureate, Newbury, NH, author of The Alchemy of Desire

A quest for permanence and meaning amid the losses all around us

This extraordinary poet asks many questions—How do I give comfort if I’m chopped to pieces? How do I grasp this vision? Did I expect to move through life without a mark?—in her quest for permanence and meaning amid the losses all around us. Many of life’s moments, and our children, are “loose atoms, always escaping.” But these poems urge us to live, despite the fact that “death waits just outside.” They urge us to “live for something.” And in the rich visions Dering gives us, such as the one of her family’s trip through the Simplon Pass in the Alps in the “1957 Plymouth station wagon under millions—a universe—of twinkling stars,” breathtakingly visible in the backward facing seat with her brother, we find we have much to live for indeed.

— Lisa Fleck Dondiego, author of A Sea Change