Egg Money

T. Clear tends a handful of hens on a small patch of earth-her mission of care in a troubled world. In these poems, she watches and works with love, grit, and humor, hauling water and straw like a Zen nun, gathering eggs, and daily resurrecting the hen house. With generosity and a poet's keen eye, she offers steadfast beauty against dissolution. Let your heart be lifted: read these poems.

-Kathryn Hunt, author of Seed Wheel and Long Way Through Ruin

We hear their "maternal clucks," see the gi...