Don't Ask Me How I Know

A heart in extremity-what hungers, urgencies, hardships drive and deliver us? These poems, like fierce midwives who insist on getting life to its necessity of oxygen, restore power to us, recreate us in the process. We feel what lifts the moment, what comforts and holds us as we lean over the abyss. Even the ability to howl our lostness in a field is a saving volition and bounty this extraordinary poet fearlessly delivers to sustain us.

-Tess Gallagher, author of Is, Is Not

Don't Ask Me How I...