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"I Dreamed the Ocean Froze" by Victoria McCallum contains thirty of her poems and a Foreword by Lantz Simpson entitled "Victoria's Metaphorical Surrealism." Her poems encompass subjects such as family, goddesses, childhood, young adulthood, romantic relationships, political angst, and finally, transcendence.
About the Author
Victoria McCallum is a Professor Emeritus at El Camino College in Torrance, California, where she taught reading classes for underprepared students. A Southern California native, she fell in love with the Pacific Northwest at age seventeen while on a family road trip to Vancouver Island. Victoria lived in Oregon for eleven years, earning an M.F.A. in creative writing from the University of Oregon. Currently she enjoys reading her poetry around Bellingham, Washington, where she has lived with her husband Lantz Simpson since 2016.
Praise for I Dreamed the Ocean Froze:
“From a kangaroo’s watch to genuflections, Victoria McCallum has opened a door to let her audience peek into her world—even if it didn’t always really exist. I appreciate how her poems read like a menagerie of memories: family, history, and natural images drawn with words on the page.”
—J.L. Wright, author of Unadoptable Joy: A Memoir in Poetry and Prose and Homeless Joy: An Expose in Poetry
“Sip a cup of holy water, spiced with a cube of surrealism, and settle in with I Dreamed the Ocean Froze. McCallum’s unique poetic style will take you places you’ve never imagined—from ancient Rome to Planet Z—with snippets of giggling nuns and goddesses and the underwater mother. You’ll want to carry this book around, often saying to a friend, ‘Listen to this!’ You’ll want to give a copy to your best friend.”
—C.J. Prince, poet, author of Mother, May I? and co-author of Catching My Breath and the upcoming Pandamndemic
“Victoria’s poems are swaggeringly, purposefully unmoored from any tidy narrative of how things are. She lives in this collection of Tygers, continents, sea anemones, rubies, checkers, stilettos, and licorice as a rebuttal to any disbelief in the rough magic of becoming—a sensuous full-grown Cassandra in the child’s shoes her mother bought. Her poems kick those shoes off the page and she runs on ink-stained feet as her shouts and whispers echo in a time zone all hers. To follow her is to find our own tilted and turning kaleidoscope of the senses.”
—Tere Harrison, writer and spoken word performer in one- woman shows often with more than one woman in them