Lloyd Schwartz"Joyce Peseroff makes a playful yet literally ominous poem called 'Farmer's Almanac' out of a list of words and phrases from that venerable volume. Words are something she cherishes, and poem after poem has its tasty surprises: aleatory, cinquefoil, crimped, monicker, Selectric, waggle, woofing, zonked. Words themselves, of course, are not the whole story, and in this eagerly anticipated volume, much of it piercingly elegiac, Peseroff's poems do what we wish all poetry would: make even sadness a source of pleasure, because her words always come alive, even (maybe even especially) in the process of lamenting what's beenor is about to belost."
A collection of poetry by Joyce Peseroff.
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Robert Pinksy". . . an unpredictable, colloquial poetry that adapts the casual, protective sense of a generation's manners to the demands of art."
Gail Mazur"Musical, contemplative, often wry, Joyce Peseroff's rueful quietude can be fractured by a bravura wit that adventures with the layers of history propelling the reader from the pastoral to the tragic world by denotations of language (see her adolescent self in a bikini: 'Skin blistered pink, / you might as well have picnicked in the desert / under 3 or 4 nuclear tests')."
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