Trina Daigle grew up most of her life in New Hampshire. From Connecticut, she and her family moved to Henniker. Her fourth-grade teacher, Mrs. Rogers, handed out the September book order, suggesting a particular paperback, The Arrow Book of Poetry. Trina still has this yellow paged, dogeared treasure in her personal library. Many poets she read in her school age years rocked her world full of imagery and rhythm.

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After a long-time active member of the Seacoast New Hampshire poetry community, Trina Daigle and her publisher, Bee Monk Press, present her first collection of poems, “Here with Apricity.” Trina sees herself and hopefully her readers as full participants in the material and natural worlds. She interacts freely with the birds, the plants, granite ledges, and the sun, moon, and stars and, with the exception of a passing runner or a man driving a snowplow at full throttle down the street on Independence Day, finds them world-enough. Her clean, nearly punctuation-less, lines make it easy for her readers to scan these ecstatic poems with real pleasure. The volume is a welcome addition to the history of contemporary American poetry ‘of the people, by the people, and for the people.

John-Michael Albert

Trina’s poems are a balm for the soul. A soul who appreciates nature in each moment. She paints what she sees in uncanny details, in metaphors unique to her mind, where charcoal is used as a verb to describe the color-flight of crows swooping above a driveway. Or the way she underpins the importance of stillness in a maple tree, the unfolding changes in a dawn sky, the stars, the flora in a field. At times she channels other writers, Frost, Proust, Camus, those that understand the weight of a day, a season, and the need to hold on to its lesson, its resilience. Trina is startled by gifts offered daily. Her poems are translations of sense into sound, the work of a poet – to convey its magic.

Bob Moore