This is poetry full of absolute physical celebration - galley stoves, flour, slabs of meat, pollens, a tarnished boat - a gift, really. By turns these poems are violent and sweet, representing many journeys. They are surreal, joyous, startling, and fierce.
Cheryl Follon, author of All Your Talk
"I am only here in passing," writes Valerie Duff in "Urban Blue," and this line could stand as a motto for her passage to the "new world" delineated in the sharp-edged, ironic, and canny poems of this collection. This is a book of liminality, of speakers at emotional and spiritual thresholds of all sorts, certain only that there is nothing absolutely lasting. Thus this is also a book of departures and arrivals, of highways and sea-lanes, of taxis, gates, and doorways, and what is sometimes glimpsed in the rearview mirror. Here, in other words, is a vivid portrait of how we move and shift and pass our days, each heading for better or worse to our own new worlds.
Fred Marchant, author of The Looking House
