Description
These poems hold the old and the new together, and make the rural settings as elegant and mysterious as the musings about the body and the brain. I love the expert word play, the puns, the twisting surprises. I love the themes that unite the work: containers, containment, things cupped in hands, nests. I love the fear and the daring. I love the way she raises other poets from the dead, effortlessly and without show.
— Shirley Abbott
This lovely book has the voice and texture of the South, with occasional hints of genial orneriness.
— Susan Snively
Brett Averitt is that rare sort of poet, observant and informed, who can tell us that ice “becomes colder as it melts” and that the stir- crazy skunk emerges from hibernation “secreting his nocturnal secrets in daylight.” Her plain words are charged with fact and clear perception.
— Richard Wilbur
