These spare poems are like finely wrought Japanese paintings, their quick brushstrokes capturing fleeting and extraordinary moments in life. It is a pleasure to travel with this poet, to discover her eccentricities, to see how she translates what she observes, to gain new insights into the complexities of the imagination. —JUDITH MINTY
These lean poems…respect their details—”the white sausages,/tasty but slightly obscene,/the white asparagus/picked before the sun got to it.” But their most rewarding surprises lurk in their juxtapositions, their metaphors…the unfindable mystery,…explored with appropriate reverence as the speaker takes apart her vacuum cleaner. Be prepared for new connections. —CONRAD HILBERRY