Under the Terebinth invites readers into a shaded place, where questions are welcomed, where beauty is real and made manifest in caterpillars and whale song, and and where Sorrow, personified looms large.
Anna Friedrich's words slip past your guarded thoughts and wind their poignant way straight to your heart. These are not just tapestries woven of pretty sounds, but short glimpses into a reality as hard as we know it to be - and also full of hope.
And that's the true wonder of this little book of poems. In the middle of a scene as full of earth and dust and grit as any, Friedrich points our eyes to a glimmer just below the surface. We come face to face with the sacred in a worn out cocoon on the porch,
In a chintzy Christmas tree lighting up a nursing home,