Going to try my hand at creating a “book trailer” — most of you know I love creating video “medleys” of family gatherings…so I will try this here. We will see if my indy press will let me “release” it! Ha. They have fantastic taste and would never let me put something out that might […]
The poems in Like Summer Grass offer their tender recollections of a family from a mother who stands by, learning to let go of the children in the ordinariness of time—the house a bit untidy, cheerios on the breakfast table, daddy and husband on hand, hearts full—leaving us “with a memory/ of longer days/ and childhood rising.”
—Carol Frost, author of eleven books of poetry; four Pushcart Prizes
Stacy Barton weighs the newly won freedom of the empty nest against the profound guilt of letting go, “I stand aside, a necessary spectator/ to the miracle of your unveiling.” Not an enviable task for a mother of four and yet the results are equal parts awe and heartbreak.
—Richard Peabody, editor, Gargoyle