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Schwartz's second collection of poems examines the legacy of trauma and abuse among a family of women-and the ability of women and girls to survive. At times searing in grief, in other moments patient and willing to accept, Schwartz questions the truth behind any survival, what it looks like for a girl to emerge from the bottom of any cenote, or a city's residents to move forward after a hundred-year flood. Call all thriving things illegal: / The magnolia tree, its roots, / That vast network of veins that feeds itself / And others like it in dry soil, / Pushes space through concrete sidewalks / To breathe ... Every tough, gnarled thing holding / Its own life in a fist of vitality is illegal. --from" Everything is Illegal," Nightbloom & Cenote

Praise for DHARMA RAIN"Watch your step," warns the speaker in "Vortices," one of the gripping poems in Terry Lucas's Dharma Rain. Good advice for approaching Lucas's second full-length collection, for in these poems, "everything enters you." From the grim realities of "The Arrival," "Horse Latitudes," and "A Short History of Baby Incubators" to the wry humor of "Science Fact or Fiction" (about the history of "Giving the finger") and the delicious wit of "Psalm '66" to an amazing series of poems placing John Calvin as a kid growing up in Texas in the '50s, the poems of Lucas's new book confront the mysteries of science, faith, and desire in exquisite forms, delicious language, and keen intelligence. - Wendy Barker In these ambitious, far-reaching poems, Terry Lucas alternates between his own spiritual agon, specifically his wrestling with Calvinistic ghosts in the persona of a boy named Calvin, and his eclectic, lyrical investigations of such subjects as wild dogs, the spirit, Tassajara, the New Mexico desert, becoming a poet, survivors of barrel descents over Niagara Falls, and a short history of baby incubators. In his fresh new visions of the world stripped of its former fashions, ideologies, and mythologies, Lucas writes as if he's observing the world for the first time on his own heuristic terms in both dexterously formal and free verse. The result is a bold, often iconoclastic chronicle of a poet who "one day...just left / the stains in the whorls of his fingertips, the taste / on his tongue, and went home forever / to the work that had called him from birth." - Chard deNiord

PRAISE for THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT BEING AN EPISCOPALIAN Ron Starbuck is poet who has taken to heart and soul the teaching in Psalm 46, 'Be still and know that I am God.' Spoken in the voice of a deep listener, who seeks to embrace all souls in the Mystery of God's Love, who seeks to heal the breach. These poems are ecumenical both in that they are unifying and in the etymological root of the word, which is derived from the Greek word for house. Here is poetry that beautifully and prayerfully makes of the world a home where all of us may dwell.~ Aliki Barnstone, University of MissouriRon Starbuck has written a work of extraordinary vision and prophecy; this is a book of both profound reverence and a song of contemporary liturgy. It is a masterpiece that will transform the belief and devotion of all who experience these lines, either verbally or literally. Without doubt, this is a great work for the new Twenty-First Century.~ Kevin McGrath, Harvard University

Thomas Simmons' collected poems are a burning-a wild search of blue flame, the kind with the least oxygen but the most heat, a kind that levels a landscape built on a range of religion, myth, philosophy, erotic intimacy-and aims to rebuild it with the act of looking at it with clear eyes.From the shut-in child who says, "I began to calculate the area … of my life" and "how much I had, in inches, millimeters, feet," to the reveling in the grown body's hidden ecstasies and "the rightness of the body in its rightful place," Simmons' poetry contains a watchfulness that is complicated by its own act of watching. It is a watchfulness aware of its failings, which vacillates from an undistracted mission-such as Muhammed who, with the "tunnel vision" of religious fervor, only sees "out of the corner of his eye, the child Ayesha uncupping her hands and lifting the butterflies aloft"-to the full acknowledgement that any understanding comes beyond language, like the father and the child who take a wordless walk in the snow and discover "it had been enough, the sound / Of boots in the snow, the quiet, the sudden sun, Her hand in his."Simmons examines how human experience is best understood with tools outside of language, outside the relentless pursuit of assigning sign to signifier. There he says, we can find among the wreckage, "the beauty of it: my own circular ruins." For it is the not "hard words that we train for" but its subsequent weighty silences, the aftermath, and after reading it, one is left haunted and unsettled by images-such as the child shaking in his loft bed during a hurricane busily loosening the rafters of his house-images that silence our chatter-filled mind as we recognize it, unfailingly, as ourselves. --Leslie Contreras Schwartz, author of Fuego and Nightbloom & Cenote

When Angels Are Born is a rich collection of over fifty poems, that speak to the spiritual intimacy of life and living that we find through loving one another. "When Angels Are Born is a meditation, a prayer, a beautiful love song, an invitation "to sit quietly, in silence and in strength" and be transported into a world filled with light, where "we live inside one another" and where forgiveness is found. These uplifting and transcendent poems envelop the reader with grace and gratitude and echo these lines by St. Francis of Assisi: "All the darkness in the world cannot/ extinguish the light of a single candle." Hélène Cardona, Actor, poet and Henry James Scholar, author of Dreaming My Animal Selves