is a painterly book, not just in its evocations of Bonnard, Matisse, and Cassatt, but in the quality of light that threads the poems. It’s an intimate light that 'blurs' and 'whirs,' 'streams' like a ribbon from a chickadee’s beak. The light here goes absent at the mouth of a cave, comes to us in snow light, drips like butter. We might ask, as the speaker of one of these poems does, 'Who tilted the room to let the light spill so?' And does our world really shine back with such beauty? This book says yes, points us toward and toward."
—Laura Donnelly, author of Watershed, winner of the 2013 Cider Press Review Editors’ Prize