Souled, gentle, unpretentious, careful but not tedious; her poetry is as generous and keenly aware as her person.
About that dying red dahlia in "As Long As I Can": "I will coffin it/ in the silver salver where it will/ float on oily water, releasing the sweet/ perfumes of its anarchic fire."
And I read her "Heart Labor" again and again, thinking, Am I one of the people in the world going "out to work, day after day,/ with their voices chained in their throats"? ..."The Greeks have a word, 'paropono,'/ for the complaint without answer,/ for how the heart labors, while/ all the time our faces appear calm/ enough to float through in the moonlight."