I’m pleased to announce that my newest full length book of poetry, Home/Body, has been published, in 2017, by Pebblebrook Press, an imprint of Stoneboat Literary Journal.

About this book:

“An unquenchable fire burns in Ressmeyer’s poems as she ignites one light after another from scrawls on the walls of my skull. And what a skull it is. Drawing from her lilac childhood, she hollers love songs at seasons of life and loss. With a wry ability to step outside herself, she takes herself for a walk, laments the fog in her brain yet notices morning light, beach grass, butterflies, sky, moon, trees, and birds of every feather. Follow her like a gust of wind on her surprising journey through time, sharing her timeless quality of being alive and grateful—and very wise.” ~Kathryn Gahl, Wi People & Ideas winner in fiction and poetry, Appleton Storycatcher, author of Life Drawing Class (The Cottage Corollary, 2009)

You can order now through my store.


In this photo by my brother © Roger Ressmeyer are my mother and father from 1978.

My first full-length poetry book Waiting to Sail is available from Black River Press. It can also be ordered through my store.


“Take a deep breath with Georgia Ressmeyer’s Waiting to Sail. Listen to the waves crash, the swooping gulls (Floundering), the silence.  Notice the empty room, the door (Song for Two Voices), the fragility of being human (Last Walk).  What does the Lake Michigan wind bring to the heart?  It brings the white pelican, the storm, the calm, destruction and birth.  What does the wind take away?  The feather, a father, the storm.  Share Ressmeyer’s natural language and unforgettable imagery through the seasons by the water.  Don’t wait.  Sail with her.”  ~Bruce Dethlefsen, Wisconsin Poet Laureate (2011-2012)

“At the core of Georgia Ressmeyer’s Waiting to Sail is a graceful and perceptive meditation of human connection—physical, mental, emotional, philosophical—to the world that we inhabit, if only for a short time. In her poetry, needs of the psyche wrestle with limitations of the finite vessels with which we are endowed. Nowhere is this contemplation more evident than in the poignancy of the line “Do not be lulled into trusting your feet.” Considering the well-worn and faithful appendages that have carried her through many seasons, the speaker likens them to aging cats that have gotten the better of her, having forced her to readjust and scale back. It is this spirit tempered by human limitation that drives Ressmeyer’s poetry in this concisely crafted collection.” ~ Rob Pockat, founding editor of Stoneboat Literary Journal