Casting
Ruth Ann Dandrea
February 2025
cause (light or shadow) to appear on a surface
register (a vote)
throw (a net, or the hooked and baited end of a fishing line) out
into the water
shape (metal or other material) by pouring it into a mold while molten
cause (a magic spell) to take effect
shed (skin or horns) in the process of growth
assign a part in a play, film, or other production to (an actor)
Praise for Casting:
Throughout Casting, Ruth Ann Dandrea expresses thanks and angst; gratitude for life’s gifts of grandchildren, the bits and bounty of the natural world; distress over wars and waste, violence and greed. This collection is one of self discovery through love, loss, and lessons learned. The images throughout Casting allow us a glimpse into the rhythms of Dandrea’s life, and just possibly encourage us to reexamine our own perspectives. Dandrea is exceptional, and Casting a thoroughly enjoyable read.
Kathy DeLong, co-author of Wow: Women on Water
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Throughout Casting, Ruth Ann Dandrea expresses thanks and angst; gratitude for life’s gifts of grandchildren, the bits and bounty of the natural world; distress over wars and waste, violence and greed. This collection is one of self discovery through love, loss, and lessons learned. The images throughout Casting allow us a glimpse into the rhythms of Dandrea’s life, and just possibly encourage us to reexamine our own perspectives. Dandrea is exceptional, and Casting a thoroughly enjoyable read.
Kathy DeLong, co-author of Wow: Women on Water
Order Here! ︎
Tree Pose
My mother’s ghost has moved
in to the rounded rock beside
the white picket fence around
my new backyard. My father
is the yard itself, grass, soil,
weed, and flower. A whole
earth surrounding and supporting
her. I pray to them both every
morning, balanced on one foot,
prayer hands held high.
I look for the lightest light,
switch feet to find the darkest
dark. Understand that I am
wrapped, rapt, in the arms of
earth and sky. A forever intertwined
past with what’s to come. I am
the tree, toe roots wound round
rock, sunk into soil. My lifted
arms, limbs of son and daughter.
See my small granddaughter
dangling from my fingertips,
still able to exist on air alone?
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