Standing in the henhouse, reaching under the setting birds, reaching under one bird after another, coming up each time with a perfect gift. These poems are like those eggs—perfect in shape and size, still warm to the touch and nourishing!
These concise poems present concrete images that linger long after reading them. I particularly like Rebecca’s unique viewpoint. Her observations are sometimes wry and often unexpected. It is like being splashed with cold water on a hot day…startling but refreshing. I challenge anyone to winnow their favorites down to a handful. It can’t be done. I tried.
These poems are meant to be read over time. No single reading can ever suffice. Sometimes I think the true purpose of poetry is to make us think about things we ordinarily wouldn’t as we trudge through life.